This is a song about "Your basically fake"

Then it's plain as day to say that your place and mine are basically night and day

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

Your probably one of his fake accounts

My garage full of cars that bounce

Enough is enough with your fake ass lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And your rap so fake it didnt even reach submit

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake