This is a song about "Fake friends kendra money rawdha"

So drop the slam and lets get sick

You fake like money your a counterfeit

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

You got friends how only cares about your money!

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

He's got nothing without his friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing