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

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Hey, must be the money

The latter being a constant misconception,

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Or was i just a desolate being

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

A childhood being suppressed,

Stop it if you scared

We on a world tour, wale your man

Fake friends it was all a sham,