This is a song about "Fake part 2"

Ur love was always fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

East shore part emcee part sword

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark

Tear you apart part by part

From the time that you stole my heart

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You cant even handle 2 bars

New york, va, dc, get paid

You can think i'm a fake,