This is a song about "You faker"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I cut class, said i was a faker

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Unless you're ready for a boring ass time and you're an orgasm faker.

Nobody cares about you except you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

What preceded was the clue

You know that i love you

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Yall niggas phony, faker than the "meat" in bologna

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

You expect me to respect you?