This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

We both had dreams of being great

You can think i'm a fake,

Ur love was always fake

Of course they all hate

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

I was so sincere like nas first name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate