This is a song about "Fake followers"

Ur love was always fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

I feel good, i look great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Confusing what was real and fake;.

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

They just know the fake me

Plottin' don’t even worry

I can tell you that this tape

Ur love was always fake

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Ballin til the buzzer blow

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake