This is a song about "Fake nighas"

A fake personality i dressed

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

At an extremly alarming rate

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Redbox flow and i do not date

Ur love was always fake

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

All you niggas dead , dead fake