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

You can think i'm a fake,

We both had dreams of being great

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Got a new belt after making a mess in the ring

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Until the see-saw cuts a skirt of a fake

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Fake friends it was all a sham,

Playboy, i don't own that man

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

A fake personality i dressed

Ever since my daddy left

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

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,