This is a song about "You are fake"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

You can think i'm a fake,

Way to much right here is at stake