This is a song about "Opps and fake bitches"

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Oh its over whole time she knows this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

What up girl, tell me how you been

Hit and miss these fake crips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion