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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

She'll turn out fake, i was being played

If i should die before i wake

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Too afraid of being a loser

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

A childhood being suppressed,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

It's no longer a new jack city

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/