This is a song about "The fake"

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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.

Tequila hit me like a nina

Fake based in the area

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

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