This is a song about "Ratchet fake"

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Redbox flow and i do not date

Ur love was always fake

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Carol city or was it the west

You as fake as fake needs to know.

This shit ain't nothing new though

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Confusing what was real and fake;.

We both had dreams of being great