This is a song about "Fake breast"

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Ur love was always fake

Im washin off another plate

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

If i die before i wake

You can think i'm a fake,

Way too much right here is at stake

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake