This is a song about "False"

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

False recovery, i can't be

Like hoes down in magic city

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

But all i knew how to do was hold onto false hope,

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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