This is a song about "Fake friebds"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Hit and miss these fake crips

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I got fake people, chomping down.

But he don't rule a thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Your fake, man you mistake

Ur love was always fake

I feel good, i look great

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Hoping that nobody don't notice

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

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.