This is a song about "Fakes niggas"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I bite harder than tyson, fakes who suck more than tyson

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Quit with the bullshit, treating us like fakes for god's sake.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

The fakes that portray their day to day are deceitful

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

The fakes just wondering what.

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

He takes no responsibility and fakes

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats