This is a song about "Fake subscri"

When the club gets played

You can think i'm a fake,

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

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

I got fake people, chomping down.

Come wit me you'll smoke around

When you spill out hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

Like hoes down in magic city

They just know the fake me

At an extremly alarming rate

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

A fake personality i dressed

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Your fake, man you mistake

What you call hate