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

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

You fake like money your a counterfeit

The real muscle in the message of that

A childhood being depressed,

Ever since my daddy left

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Now this is what i call an evening

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Fake friends it was all a sham,

Pushing in my mama van