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

Why did you have to attack me,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

To be the ones who tell the people who have none about the only begotten

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And i drop top off in a hot cold

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

People should be blessed to see

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I was never fake, i was just too good to be true

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Why do i have to tolerate?

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

People should be blessed to see

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three