This is a song about "Fake it till you make it"

But even rocky know you gotta fake it till you make a hit

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Yeah, you wont get it till tomorrow

Before it make ya crawl till u reach hell's door,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

It drives you, makes you way insane, 'till life just wastes away,

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Love was just a word till you gave it real meaning

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

Loves whatever you make it

She crazy, that stalker shit

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

And these woman is loving the way that i perform