This is a song about "Haters and fake people"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Some people might say thats fake, so irrelevant

I'mma catch you next time around

I got fake people, chomping down.

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

And fake friends need some therapy.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

We both met new people, some real some fake

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

First off congratulations on the win