This is a song about "Fuck fake mates"

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

I'll tell you baby that we're through

And tell all you mates that im killin you

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Ur love was always fake

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You can think i'm a fake,

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Confusing what was real and fake;.