This is a song about "Fake baller"

Ur love was always fake

Way too much right here is at stake

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Oh, mama got a visa

Fake based in the area

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ur love was always fake

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

You as fake as fake needs to know.

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

When you spill out hits

If i should die before i wake

Ur love was always fake

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid