This is a song about "Fake niggas pussy niggas money pain hoes"

Fake niggas i never trust , cause they always lust

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

Chasing money in the city of crime

These fake niggas just a waste of my time

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

It’s time for you pussy niggas to fess up

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

All you niggas dead , dead fake

What is it gonna take