This is a song about "Fake ass friends"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Im not pious to this fake ass religions,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Im not racist but i am crazy non of them fake ass killers can faze me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs