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

These hot knocks/ i can't stop , i'm a strive till i make it to the top/

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Love was just a word till you gave it real meaning

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Living out of a homeless shit

Loves whatever you make it

Listen, these niggas is tripping

You make it hard living,

And it drags you down to the ground till you feel submerged

Back like i never ever left in the first

I'm not white i fake it.. accept it, you can't faze me, you're a problem i face daily

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And ima make you feel this like it

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