This is a song about "Fake bitched"

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Fake based in the area

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

But am i less holy

They just know the fake me

Way to much right here is at stake

Ur love was always fake

Ur love was always fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

I don't believe in bein fake

Of course they all hate

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

A fake personality i dressed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

We both had dreams of being great