This is a song about "Fuck fakes"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Basically no one fazes me, it amazes me how many fakes believe

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

So fuck that fakes,they madden too much mistakes

The fakes just wondering what.

Attention is a must

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though