This is a song about "Fake gangs"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

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

All you niggas dead , dead fake

The day before is better than the present

A fake personality i dressed

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

You can see with your fans

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight