This is a song about "Real vs fake"

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

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's like marvel vs d.c

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Don't you dare say i'm fake, cuz i'm keeping it real

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Confusing what was real and fake;.

You can think i'm a fake,

When the club gets played

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

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//