This is a song about "Faking"

And getting money is the song i sing

For those that fake, you all can keep faking

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But there's no need to be hating, im just really faking,

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

You're very attractive, and notice that

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

He never fit in, always faking sick

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

These ages are mostly faking

You think i'm serious when i say i'm a psycho? i'm faking,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Every smile i was faking, every promise was breaking,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring