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

Why did you have to attack me,

Plottin' don’t even worry

Why do i have to tolerate?

All i want is you babe

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

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

That's the window into the sky

I be ballin, they wonder why

Why do people have to die

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game