This is a song about "Fake frinds"

Low income no bills getting paid

Ur love was always fake

I don't believe in bein fake

Im washin off another plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Looking at your money

And fake friends need some therapy.

Fake based in the area

My all gold rolly or the

Ur love was always fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I was born to do the damn thing

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Fuck, clean up on aisle six