This is a song about "Fake freinds"

My niggas is winning though

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

A fake personality i dressed

I got fake people, chomping down.

I better get my gown

My all gold rolly or the

Fake based in the area

Hit and miss these fake crips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

And fake friends need some therapy.

But five years from now i bet she see