This is a song about "Fake followers"

Your fake, man you mistake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

And my niggas say that dope is fake

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

The proverbial lemonade that i made

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I got fake people, chomping down.

I know what it take

Ur love was always fake

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again