This is a song about "Fake niggaa"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got fake people, chomping down.

Then get out your seat and jump around

All these fake shady's commence utilize

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Confusing what was real and fake;.

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

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

If i should die before i wake

Ur love was always fake

You can think i'm a fake,

What you call hate