This is a song about "Fake breast"

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Scab, fix up look shop joe

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

A fake personality i dressed

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake

I don't believe in bein fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ur love was always fake

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,