This is a song about "Fake fri"

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

You can think i'm a fake,

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

A fake personality i dressed

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

All these fake shady's commence utilize

Hold on be strong reality is fake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Ur love was always fake

They fasting they won't leave me ate