This is a song about "Fake ass bitches"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Yeah keep laughing, you and your fake-ass friends/

I'm past go; bitches is stripping letting they ass show

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Im not pious to this fake ass religions,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Bitches try to fake me, but they know they'll never shake me