This is a song about "Fake friiends"

I got fake people, chomping down.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

If i should die before i wake

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Talk sharp like a razor blade

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

All these fake shady's commence utilize

Ur love was always fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.