This is a song about "Fake frie"

Im washin off another plate

You can think i'm a fake,

Your fake, man you mistake

See my hands start to shake

Ur love was always fake

I know what it take

Fake based in the area

My all gold rolly or the

And the v12, that's on various trips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin