This is a song about "Fake bullies"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Thinkin' 'bout the bullies and the hate they misdirect,

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Put my number in your phone

Of bullies who wouldn't leave me alone

As other bullies chimed in and gave me more punishment.

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Nothing because the bullies at my school stay try to push me around.i am nothing

Ur love was always fake

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Do i shoot 'n' attack like done to deal with bullies?

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams