This is a song about "Fake frie"

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Yeah, one time for the

Fake based in the area

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Fuck fame, fuck money

And fake friends need some therapy.

Right flows down and they might go nice

All these fake shady's commence utilize

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

I don't believe in bein fake

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Hit and miss these fake crips

I only got four minutes