This is a song about "Fakes"

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

Theres no escape from the unfortunate fate awates increasing the crime rates,

I needed an action break to regain a little bit of compassion against attraction fakes

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

They think they say is real but actually their words are all fakes

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'm 'bouts to take the cake these fakes ain't even getting part of it

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Every sentence i say, will make you question your religion you fakes//

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket