This is a song about "Fake hommies"

Hit and miss these fake crips

When you spill out hits

Ur love was always fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

A fake personality i dressed

The day before is better than the present

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

All these fake shady's commence utilize

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

You as fake as fake needs to know.

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Confusing what was real and fake;.

H2o flow and i don't hold gate