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

A fake personality i dressed

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

He just throws it around

I got fake people, chomping down.

Fake friends it was all a sham,

What you talking about? lil man

Better yet they work my every nerve

Like fame in maine is only got fake rappers

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will