This is a song about "Young money fake"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Young money gone in the future helpful improvements

Ur love was always fake

If i die before i wake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I don't believe in bein fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

You fake like money your a counterfeit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see