This is a song about "Fake niggers"

Ur love was always fake

I feel good, i look great

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Hold my tears i tried my best

Redbox flow and i do not date

And my niggas say that dope is fake

All these fake shady's commence utilize

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Hit and miss these fake crips

They bringing me fish and chips

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation