This is a song about "Fake it"

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Dont fake it,your feminine raps wont let u make it

This aint fake, nor a dream although it may seem strange an deranged,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Dont believe me when i smile cus i fake it at times.

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Too bad i can only fake it

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

You put up a front to deal with us, it’s so fake it hurts,

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

Don't gotta give in, or even fake it

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it