This is a song about "False"

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve

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

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

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

If you believe then you can achieve

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

500 at the villa ain't no problem