This is a song about "Fake butts"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

And my niggas say that dope is fake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

A fake personality i dressed

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Ur love was always fake

New york, va, dc, get paid

Ur love was always fake

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts