This is a song about "Rappad is fake"

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

But this shit can't made you happy,coz all of that is fake

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

You other bitches is fake, just like baloney,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I rule rappad while you bitch is wearing a pad.

The realism i see inside you is fake / (so you hate)

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what i say fake fiction fact or crap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that