This is a song about "Not fucking with fake niggas"

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Fucking with them niggas that don't care about they future,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

Im not all about that fake shit

I put that nigga in his casket