This is a song about "Fuck fake mates"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ur love was always fake

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

All dem niggas gonna hate

I don't believe in bein fake

Ur love was always fake

What you call hate

Low income no bills getting paid

Confusing what was real and fake;.

I get my paper, y'all just hate

You can think i'm a fake,

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though