This is a song about "Fake azz bitches"

Ur love was always fake

I feel good, i look great

My position improving, not to mention

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I don't mind if you niggas hate

You can think i'm a fake,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Bad azz gonna act a dog ass and ya'll already know this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld