This is a song about "Fake ass birches"

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Of course they all hate

You can think i'm a fake,

Ur love was always fake

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

I beat you by one more figure you fake ass licker

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

She will never get by, no how no way

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

Chromed-out mansion in paradise