This is a song about "You have fake js"

Your fake, man you mistake

If i die before i wake

Im washin off another plate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

Don't try to buy my js they put you in debt

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/