This is a song about "Fake friends sluts"

I asked the sluts who was better

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

We vegetables, on them record labels

Two fucks aint given to a few sluts.

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I don't have to pay bucks to fuck the nice sluts

And i know that your supply

But no sluts ever passed me by

All these rappers complain about fake friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects