This is a song about "Why people have to be fake"

Why do people have to die

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Why did you have to attack me,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Why does there have to be so much killing

Why..... why at 36 did she have to die.

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Just why the fuck there's rich people when others struggle to maintain

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit