This is a song about "Your fake"

It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

My garage full of cars that bounce

Your probably one of his fake accounts

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Way too much right here is at stake

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Regardless if your a fake or a snake and you can try you can sigh