This is a song about "Fake love"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bun b, i’m underground king

And fake friends need some therapy.

If you ain't about money

I'm just trying to focus

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

I got fake people, chomping down.

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Ur love was always fake

I feel good, i look great

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played