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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Too afraid of being a loser

Ever since my daddy left

A childhood being suppressed,

But got comma’s in my statement

Till i die being fake never was a must,

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Or was i just a desolate being

A childhood being depressed,

Half your body laying on my chest

You fake like money your a counterfeit

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake