This is a song about "Being false"

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Everything you spit is false, and you're also an accuser,

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

I've been told false information and lies

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

Even life's a false dream, reality doesn't seem perfected

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

Fuck being counterfeit

Or let the mob handle that