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

Took the form of a human being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A fake personality i dressed

The latter being a constant misconception,

My position improving, not to mention