This is a song about "Fake bicth"

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Don't worry bout a thang baby

They just know the fake me

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

You can think i'm a fake,

Way to much right here is at stake

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

You got 3 votes by fake

If i die before i wake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Hold on be strong reality is fake