This is a song about "One of you are fake"

You can think i'm a fake,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

I beat you by one more figure you fake ass licker

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

You are one in the flying herds

The birds i knew flip birds

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Smoking weed in the suite 'til we out of towels

Your probably one of his fake accounts

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here