This is a song about "Fake people"

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Everytime you come around

I got fake people, chomping down.

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Hoping that nobody don't notice

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Some people might say thats fake, so irrelevant

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

You can think i'm a fake,

See my hands start to shake

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late