This is a song about "Fake f"

I swear they think i'm crazy

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Ur love was always fake

All dem niggas gonna hate

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

When she f***in' turns around

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

F u are my favorite letters

Cause tears falling down make me ache

You can think i'm a fake,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared