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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Till i die being fake never was a must,

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

A childhood being suppressed,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Hell! i still look a fake to me

This is like riding through the city

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Now this is what i call an evening

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape