This is a song about "Fake butts"

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

They let me put it in there butts

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I feel good, i look great

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Hold my tears i tried my best

A fake personality i dressed

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great