This is a song about "Young thug fake"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You thought you got thug life mastered.

You can think i'm a fake,

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

It's moe, all i need is more chips

When a thug cries and it only happens

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Say what you wanna but

Fake young snitches that call us up

I don't believe in bein fake

Who’s iller, i’ll wait