This is a song about "Thots and fake niggas"

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

All you niggas dead , dead fake

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

And fake niggas, better stay up in yo lane, cause nowadays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Our vision never changed, we self made

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake