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

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

You can think i'm a fake,

When the club gets played

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

A fake nation, only out for itself

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Fake friends it was all a sham,

So all the hustling for nothing man

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,