This is a song about "Fake bitches alley"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

You can think i'm a fake,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

You as fake as fake needs to know.

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

So i told them to go to the alley with me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby