This is a song about "Fake butts"

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Ur love was always fake

We both had dreams of being great

Confusing what was real and fake;.

What is it gonna take

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I know what it take

You can think i'm a fake,

And my niggas say that dope is fake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Half your body laying on my chest

A fake personality i dressed