This is a song about "Faking"

I'm faking?/ but don't come asking for handouts if a young nigga made it

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

For those that fake, you all can keep faking

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

If i look content i'm a lot better at faking now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Every smile i was faking, every promise was breaking,

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Of you faking being hard when it all goes down

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

- formality and knowledge faking those who disbelieve in my failure

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Debating taking, raising these feelings i'm currently faking.