This is a song about "Fake hommies"

Everytime you come around

I got fake people, chomping down.

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She self made, i'm self made

You can think i'm a fake,

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Cause tears falling down make me ache

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Ur love was always fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Hit and miss these fake crips

She likes the way it hits her lips