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

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Every day was a saturday, shit

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The only time i flirt with her

Too afraid of being a loser

A fake nation, only out for itself

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I got bigger problems baby

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

We would like to call this an appreciation tape