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

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

She self made, i'm self made

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

A fake nation, only out for itself

So, just tell me something about yourself

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

I believed in a higher being.

Visualizing being a college graduate,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Or was i just a desolate being