This is a song about "Fake friends are only there for ya"

Ion do fake friends ; couse they different from their claims

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Call me a clown but a week from now

Your friends are left wondering how

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

A fake nation, only out for itself

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep