This is a song about "Fake raps"

Cause tears falling down make me ache

You can think i'm a fake,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Dont fake it,your feminine raps wont let u make it

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

From an african american stance

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Now a nigga got baking to bake

I'm a beast with the raps,

Know it good when she go no hands

At an extremly alarming rate

I don't believe in bein fake

And even worse my raps

But i’m praying in advance