This is a song about "Fake bicth"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Ur love was always fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Hold my tears i tried my best

A fake personality i dressed

See, i'm just trying to focus

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

All you niggas dead , dead fake

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

I practiced till that shit made perfect

And fake friends need some therapy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see