This is a song about "Fake homme"

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Ur love was always fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Ur love was always fake

We both had dreams of being great

New york, va, dc, get paid

Ur love was always fake

And fake friends need some therapy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

I don't believe in bein fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate