This is a song about "Fake peple"

Ur love was always fake

I know what it take

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Ur love was always fake

I'm dreaming to be great

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

And my niggas say that dope is fake

You can think i'm a fake,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

But he don't rule a thing

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring