This is a song about "We are so fake"

They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

We parents are low-income, and i'm white, so no scholarships,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Cuz we grew up on that bro code and are so loyal its way passed what ya know.

So let's fight it,let's do it whole. flight breakage,we are comin' home.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

So tell me why are we at war.

The shit that i spit is more

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,