This is a song about "Fake trappers"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fake based in the area

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Way to much right here is at stake

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

Lets come up to my city

They just know the fake me

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

My position improving, not to mention

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ur love was always fake