This is a song about "Fake friendd"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

If i should die before i wake

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause some of you bitches funny

And fake friends need some therapy.

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Mama made her pretty

They just know the fake me

Whip purple and yellow, hello

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate