This is a song about "Your fake stufd"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Got tired of running from the police

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Your probably one of his fake accounts

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Kirk starfleet, your a fucking klingon with a fake dick on meet defeat

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche