This is a song about "Fake followers"

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake

Im washin off another plate

You got 3 votes by fake

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

You just working with the scraps you was given

They just know the fake me

I'd done stacked many

Cdg shit match my kicks

Hit and miss these fake crips

I don't believe in bein fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And my niggas say that dope is fake

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men