This is a song about "Fake nighas"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

When you spill out hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Low income no bills getting paid

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

And my niggas say that dope is fake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

J. cole runnin' late

I don't believe in bein fake

Hopin' that my niggas see

And fake friends need some therapy.

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Ur love was always fake