This is a song about "Fake nigga kinda rappers"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

First i have potential, now i got them answers

I think its kinda funny

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

I know what it take

You can think i'm a fake,

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

I miss their faces, and i can't take it, but a nigga gotta fake it.

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Kinda like retards and being caucasian

Kinda feels like déjà vu

I call em up, they might fall through