This is a song about "Fake backstabbing lieing friends"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And fake friends need some therapy.

Im washin off another plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

All these rappers complain about fake friends

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Ion do fake friends ; couse they different from their claims

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments