This is a song about "Fake taxi"

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

You headin' to his car for some taxi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Hit and miss these fake crips

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Hold on be strong reality is fake