This is a song about "Fake farmers"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

You as fake as fake needs to know.

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Hit and miss these fake crips

She likes the way it hits her lips

Tequila hit me like a nina

Fake based in the area

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

I got fake people, chomping down.

I drive that all around

Ur love was always fake

I know what it take