This is a song about "False"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

False recovery, i can't be

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Even life's a false dream, reality doesn't seem perfected

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,