This is a song about "Fake hommies"

I'mma catch you next time around

I got fake people, chomping down.

I don't believe in bein fake

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

When the club gets played

Ur love was always fake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Ur love was always fake

All dem niggas gonna hate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

See my hands start to shake

Hit and miss these fake crips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks