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

A childhood being suppressed,

Hold up yea we the best

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Till i die being fake never was a must,

Don't know her name those ain't really important

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

A fake nation, only out for itself

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Too afraid of being a loser

They used to call me the future