This is a song about "Fake vs real"

You can think i'm a fake,

If i die before i wake

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Ratio of real to fake blow minds like fellatio

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

We both met new people, some real some fake

The proverbial lemonade that i made