This is a song about "Real and fake"

And my niggas say that dope is fake

I can tell you that this tape

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

That's why i'm makin' money

And fake friends need some therapy.

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here