This is a song about "Faker"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Miss i want to read into your nature

I cut class, said i was a faker

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

If i said that all of that was faker than a clean wrist,

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Yall niggas phony, faker than the "meat" in bologna

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

Caterain't nothing faker, rather be alone than a traitorbrain delivered straight

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,