This is a song about "Fake bitc"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Ur love was always fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Ur love was always fake

Way to much right here is at stake