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

Hell! i still look a fake to me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Or was i just a desolate being

And she would do anything for everything

You fake like money your a counterfeit

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

You can think i'm a fake,

If i should die before i wake

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Till i die being fake never was a must,