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

Fake friends it was all a sham,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

The latter being a constant misconception,

Till i die being fake never was a must,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

If you can't look up at yourself

A fake nation, only out for itself

But thats the life of a human being

Just know fame has a price, lose everything