This is a song about "False"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Got tired of running from the police

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Girls say everything that i write smooth

They want the truth/ but false is what they prove/

Hoarse voice that shit is false

And of course, my car's off course