This is a song about "Fake friends they are called fake"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Bitches try to fake me, but they know they'll never shake me

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

They all sit back and dont even realise its fake

Fuck friends (as if they are)

I'm in my other car

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

How could you think if everyone is fake they can make

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

And fake friends need some therapy.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see