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

Why do people have to be so naughty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Why does there have to be so much killing

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I have the right to be a little cocky, thats why im comparing myself to a$ap rocky

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Why do people have bad attitudes

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Why do people have to hate

I don't know why this happened to me, why did i have to be treated

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

They call me better now. see when everything is stopped

A few people he gives props to why his life wasnt cropped