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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You fake like money your a counterfeit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

A fake nation, only out for itself

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

But i do quite well with all the bait

Fake friends it was all a sham,

They talk say cool jew na the man