This is a song about "Fake taxi"

And my niggas say that dope is fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Guess i'm self made

Ur love was always fake

Early adapters agree they all late

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Hit and miss these fake crips

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her