This is a song about "Fake boob"

They just know the fake me

I be gettin' money

All dem niggas gonna hate

Ur love was always fake

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

A fake personality i dressed

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I don't believe in bein fake

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Hey, must be the money

And fake friends need some therapy.

You know i be teasing, though

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

All these fake shady's commence utilize