This is a song about "Youx fakers"

But these suckers are fakers

Let's enjoy our younger years

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth