This is a song about "Mad bitches who are fake"

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest

When fake bitches see people they haven't seen in years

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Your lies are fake as george bush/

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Trying to get his life together, or what not

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,