This is a song about "Fake fri"

At an extremly alarming rate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Ur love was always fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Ur love was always fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

She self made, i'm self made

Ur love was always fake

I just want somebody i can see

And fake friends need some therapy.

Fake based in the area

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh