This is a song about "Fake peop"

New york, va, dc, get paid

Ur love was always fake

I feel good, i look great

Ur love was always fake

And getting money is the song i sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

That was my influence

Hit and miss these fake crips

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Your fake, man you mistake

Hoping that nobody don't notice

And these fake cocksuckers fists/