This is a song about "Fake bicth"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

First off congratulations on the win

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Ur love was always fake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You can think i'm a fake,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Your fake, man you mistake

They say them colors must be fake

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Our vision never changed, we self made

All green nigga pick six

And these fake cocksuckers fists/