This is a song about "Fake friem"

And my niggas say that dope is fake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Ur love was always fake

Ur love was always fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Murder all your artists

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got a big fear of flying

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake