This is a song about "Fake friends that switched up on me"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

On how they set me up

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Early adapters agree they all late

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

Got so much truth in me that i can't fake my plans

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

All these rappers complain about fake friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape