This is a song about "The bitch fake"

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

Fucked with feeling now the serpent turned into a bigger snake, maybe just a fake.

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Well don't fake the music, cos i hate the sound

Let em marinate, you forever late

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//