This is a song about "Fake peoe"

Ur love was always fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Your fake, man you mistake

See my hands start to shake

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Murder all your artists

Hit and miss these fake crips

Size 9 fly kicks

All dem niggas gonna hate

Ur love was always fake

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

We got young people's lives at stake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake