This is a song about "Fake crips"

I don't believe in bein fake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Ur love was always fake

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

They just know the fake me

No it ain't easy

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west