This is a song about "Real and fake friends"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My friends put me to a real test

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

Ratio of real to fake blow minds like fellatio

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

We'll be friends forever it'll really be real

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Its either your real or your fake - no in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Fake friends it was all a sham,

But let me inspire someone who can

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends