This is a song about "Fake freinds and snakes"

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

And stop idolising fake rappers like lil wayne

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

I'm not pretendin' or fake man, just mention my name and

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

And fake friends need some therapy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,

Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax