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

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Or was i just a desolate being

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But thats the life of a human being

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Than the muse of a family

I believed in a higher being.

I just got one request, stop breathing

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

A fake nation, only out for itself