This is a song about "Fake pattys day"

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

A fake personality i dressed

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I got fake people, chomping down.

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

They getting nice, they got some ice

All these fake shady's commence utilize

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Fake based in the area

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

Redbox flow and i do not date

Ur love was always fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate