This is a song about "Fake frinds"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Ur love was always fake

Of course they all hate

Hold on be strong reality is fake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You can think i'm a fake,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

All these fake shady's commence utilize