This is a song about "Fake bitch"

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Play your card right and won't die a fake bitch.

She likes the way it hits her lips

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

They getting nice, they got some ice

Preaching to the choir though

You as fake as fake needs to know.

See my hands start to shake

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Hit and miss these fake crips

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Your fake, man you mistake

You can think i'm a fake,

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate