This is a song about "Friends are fake"

The engine in back of my car

Fuck friends (as if they are)

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Say it simple but these fake kids are fearful and speechless

All these rappers complain about fake friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

From an african american stance

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live