This is a song about "False"

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Cant you see this is the real world now not a false reality

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

I'm coming at you under a false pretense, 'cause i have to pretend

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

False recovery, i can't be

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Think i'm so old that i'dont have a palse well that's false let's break it down

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers