This is a song about "My friendship was fake"

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Ur love was always fake

Talk sharp like a razor blade

This friendship has fallen,

They'll have to rename this one

With this fake smile upon my face. (like a mask?)

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,