This is a song about "Fake bitches alley"

So i told them to go to the alley with me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I'm off in some alley

Than the muse of a family

Im washin off another plate

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,