This is a song about "Fake bars"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Fake based in the area

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

All dem niggas gonna hate

I don't believe in bein fake

Ur love was always fake

Of course they all hate

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

And your readin my bars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake