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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Third ward general, young cash money

A childhood being suppressed,

Stop it if you scared

Light skinned women, all sex everything

But thats the life of a human being

You can think i'm a fake,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid