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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

With a 9 in the belt

And i ain't never left

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Hell! i still look a fake to me

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Got so much truth in me that i can't fake my plans

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

You can think i'm a fake,

If i die before i wake

A fake nation, only out for itself

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says