This is a song about "Fake peoples"

Oftentimes i read peoples raps like yeah it was fine

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Hope you heard that intro

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

You can think i'm a fake,

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Way to much right here is at stake

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names