This is a song about "Fake people aint about shit"

All these rappers complain about fake friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Bitch, they call it motor city

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring