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

Or was i just a desolate being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Visualizing being a college graduate,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

A fake nation, only out for itself

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade