This is a song about "Isaiah being a fake friwnd"

A fake personality i dressed

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Guess i'm self made

You can think i'm a fake,

A fake nation, only out for itself

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

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

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Plottin' don’t even worry

Hell! i still look a fake to me

A childhood being suppressed,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest