This is a song about "Youx fakers"

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

But these suckers are fakers

Got one, got two, three, four girls