This is a song about "Fake yeezys"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And fake friends need some therapy.

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

I got fake people, chomping down.

To come and change my life around

Redbox flow and i do not date

All you niggas dead , dead fake

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Carol city or was it the west

It's cold and the hole stinks

And these fake cocksuckers fists/