This is a song about "Fake or real"

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Ratio of real to fake blow minds like fellatio

You are not a king or queen your real shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Its either your real or your fake - no in between

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what i say fake fiction fact or crap

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

I'm not pretendin' or fake man, just mention my name and

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.