This is a song about "Fake guys"

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

We hustle to survive

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

Too many guys i already slay

Hit you from a block away

I feel good, i look great

Ur love was always fake

Ur love was always fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Incase they get jumped my 20 guys

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

On twitter today / #ripping this fake