This is a song about "Fake gang shit"

Im not all about that fake shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

I ain't, mad, at cha

I was born in a gang territory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

But this shit can't made you happy,coz all of that is fake

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Wolf haley, golf wang

Fitting ya without ma gang

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Im greater than drake, listen to me people this shit aint fake

Nevermind all that hatred / just please stop that fake shit./

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that