This is a song about "Fake fri"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

And my niggas say that dope is fake

At an extremly alarming rate

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I got fake people, chomping down.

I drive that all around

And fake friends need some therapy.

I’m tryna be low key

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The i fri shit on friday