This is a song about "Fake p"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I don't believe in bein fake

Just wait, this is not the end p

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Guess i'm self made

Ur love was always fake

You got 3 votes by fake

I can tell you that this tape

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet