This is a song about "Fake bitches"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

I can tell you that this tape

Ur love was always fake

Me and you just need to talk a bit

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

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

As my record label nitpicks at this

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

I don't believe in bein fake

She self made, i'm self made