This is a song about "You faker"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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.

It's really not an issue

Baby you know i love you

Nobody cares about you except you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Caterain't nothing faker, rather be alone than a traitorbrain delivered straight

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

You'll find some people are faker than fuckin flyin carpets

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids