This is a song about "Jerry got a fake belt"

Like fame in maine is only got fake rappers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

And that yous a black belt in karate

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

No one-half and i hate math

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

You can think i'm a fake,

She ain't got a man

Fake friends it was all a sham,

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake