This is a song about "Friends are fake i don t know anymore"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The shit that i spit is more

I dont have to look anymore,

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

I bet you can't take anymore

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And fake friends need some therapy.