This is a song about "Ratchet fake"

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You can think i'm a fake,

Way too much right here is at stake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Ur love was always fake

J. cole runnin' late

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And my niggas say that dope is fake

I don't believe in bein fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,