This is a song about "Fake ganster"

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I'm dreaming to be great

You can think i'm a fake,

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I don't believe in bein fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight