This is a song about "Fake tit"

Ur love was always fake

I know what it take

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Early adapters agree they all late

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Hold my tears i tried my best

A fake personality i dressed

You can hear it in my lyrics

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

I don't believe in bein fake

I'm dreaming to be great