This is a song about "Pretending to be my bff"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

But due to my opticals can't be possible

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Was it real or was it pretending?

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Pretending nothing happened to me

Begging not to be on my hit list

If i lost you be patient

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Its so sad he pretending, hate to tell ya dawg you ain't got no happy ending