This is a song about "Fake ass niggas"

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

Baby, you got that super bass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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

But i let off everything i have

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

Chromed-out mansion in paradise