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

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A childhood being depressed,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Too afraid of being a loser

Now move a little bit to the left

A fake personality i dressed

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

The latter being a constant misconception,

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

A fake nation, only out for itself

Hell! i still look a fake to me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy