This is a song about "Rap about fake friends"

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies

At an extremly alarming rate

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Im not all about that fake shit

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them