This is a song about "Fake like drake"

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Ratio of real to fake blow minds like fellatio

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Kanye, kendrick, and drake

Still better than any shit from drake

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

You obviously lack originality like aubrey drake/