This is a song about "Fake rap"

We both had dreams of being great

Ur love was always fake

Hit and miss these fake crips

When you spill out hits

Ur love was always fake

If i die before i wake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

And my niggas say that dope is fake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Can't say i killed the fake rap game, they would've booked me

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

At an extremly alarming rate

J. cole runnin' late

All you niggas dead , dead fake