This is a song about "Fake frauds"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Our vision never changed, we self made

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Ur love was always fake

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Smack frauds with a mac card i run this shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Fake based in the area

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh