This is a song about "Fake"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hit and miss these fake crips

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

You got 3 votes by fake

I got fake people, chomping down.

I know a little betty from downtown

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

All these fake shady's commence utilize

You can think i'm a fake,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Your fake, man you mistake