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

Till i die being fake never was a must,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

Too afraid of being a loser

I am hip-hop. past, present and future

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

The latter being a constant misconception,

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Tell them niggas they sleeping

I believed in a higher being.

A childhood being depressed,

Carol city or was it the west