This is a song about "Fake bitc"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

And my niggas say that dope is fake

I got fake people, chomping down.

They can’t even come around

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Hold my tears i tried my best

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

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

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I don't believe in bein fake

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake