This is a song about "Fake js"

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fake based in the area

Ur love was always fake

I know what it take

Low income no bills getting paid

Ur love was always fake

Don't try to buy my js they put you in debt

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.