This is a song about "Fake ness"

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

We both met new people, some real some fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Redbox flow and i do not date

Confusing what was real and fake;.

I'm dreaming to be great