This is a song about "Fake rhymes"

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I don't believe in bein fake

And fake friends need some therapy.

And losin all his money

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

A fake personality i dressed

Half your body laying on my chest

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Guess i'm self made

You can think i'm a fake,

Ur love was always fake

We got young people's lives at stake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake