This is a song about "The bitch fake"

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

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

Apart from the fake, the one's who keep up with the pretend

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

You pay your favorite stripper car note