This is a song about "Fake ness"

Looks like i lack nice-ness or got off the track

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

We both met new people, some real some fake

At an extremly alarming rate

You can think i'm a fake,

New york, va, dc, get paid

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Way too much right here is at stake

Ur love was always fake