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

Now this is what i call an evening

Or was i just a desolate being

You can think i'm a fake,

Guess i'm self made

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Too afraid of being a loser