This is a song about "False"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

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

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

Shots, they back and forth

Hoarse voice that shit is false

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

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