This is a song about "Fake love straight up in my face"

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Just put your hand on the glass

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

I know what it take

Ur love was always fake

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

From the words you hurled in my face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

Talkin shit all up in ur face

See money talk and these days

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Ur love was always fake