This is a song about "Fake friends shooting"

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Ion do fake friends ; couse they different from their claims

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Yeah keep laughing, you and your fake-ass friends/

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Dc, man over money

And fake friends need some therapy.