This is a song about "U about that fake shit"

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Ask around about me, niggas know i spit that real shit

But this shit can't made you happy,coz all of that is fake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Nevermind all that hatred / just please stop that fake shit./

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

But with this beat that's not the vibe so that shit i won't rap about

U about to get murdered b

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

And my only fear's a wedding ring

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing