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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

You know i was ridin’ and you switched up a gear or two

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents