This is a song about "Fake gangsters"

Ur love was always fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

I don't believe in bein fake

Low income no bills getting paid

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid