This is a song about "Fake snaks"

And fake friends need some therapy.

If you ain't about money

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Hit and miss these fake crips

Early adapters agree they all late

And my niggas say that dope is fake

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

You got 3 votes by fake

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

But he don't rule a thing

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

At an extremly alarming rate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake