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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

You fake like money your a counterfeit

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

But make sure if they do see

Hell! i still look a fake to me

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape