This is a song about "Fake friendsh"

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

I got fake people, chomping down.

All dem niggas gonna hate

Ur love was always fake

And fake friends need some therapy.

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Hit and miss these fake crips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

You can think i'm a fake,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake