This is a song about "Fake gangsas"

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

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

Ur love was always fake

New york, va, dc, get paid

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

You got 3 votes by fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I can tell you that this tape

Hit and miss these fake crips

3m's on my new balance

Cause tears falling down make me ache

I don't believe in bein fake