This is a song about "Fake life"

Half your body laying on my chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

U made this fake life of yours but you can't live it

Bring the battering ram where you live

All these fake shady's commence utilize

Guess i'm self made

You can think i'm a fake,

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Ur love was always fake

I can tell you that this tape