This is a song about "Fake freinds"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

If i die before i wake

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Hit and miss these fake crips

While scheming on hits

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And fake friends need some therapy.

Mama made her pretty

They just know the fake me

All these fake shady's commence utilize

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live