This is a song about "Fake boobs"

Destined to win, get respect where i live

All these fake shady's commence utilize

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And fake friends need some therapy.

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Ur love was always fake