This is a song about "Fake frauds"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Smack frauds with a mac card i run this shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

All dem niggas gonna hate

Ur love was always fake

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Ever since my daddy left

A fake personality i dressed

And my niggas say that dope is fake

If i die before i wake

I don't believe in bein fake

New york, va, dc, get paid