This is a song about "Real and fake friends"

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Confusing what was real and fake;.

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Its either your real or your fake - no in between

We both met new people, some real some fake

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

And fake friends need some therapy.

But five years from now i bet she see