This is a song about "Fake ass bitches"

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You other bitches is fake, just like baloney,

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

Let's face it, i can’t replace