This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Of course they all hate

You got 3 votes by fake

I don't believe in bein fake

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

We both had dreams of being great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men