This is a song about "Fake niqas"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Ur love was always fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

If i die before i wake

Ur love was always fake

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I don't believe in bein fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Guess i'm self made

Ur love was always fake