This is a song about "Fake followers"

You can think i'm a fake,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Ur love was always fake

All dem niggas gonna hate

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I don't believe in bein fake

And my niggas say that dope is fake

They fasting they won't leave me ate

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men