This is a song about "Fake trappers"

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Half your body laying on my chest

Confusing what was real and fake;.

J. cole runnin' late

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I don't believe in bein fake

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

But he don't rule a thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You got 3 votes by fake

Of course they all hate