This is a song about "Real and fake friends"

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Fake scenarios i would often create or were they real?

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Your family and friends

To increase my ends

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

And i don't write the fake i just write what i think is real

Fake friends it was all a sham,

We in the big thingseat a dick man

Yeah keep laughing, you and your fake-ass friends/

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Ratio of real to fake blow minds like fellatio