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

You can think i'm a fake,

All dem niggas gonna hate

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Like fame in maine is only got fake rappers

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

The day before is better than the present

A fake personality i dressed

I’m a hustla, baby

Hell! i still look a fake to me

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Your new man got my respect

With a 9 in the belt