This is a song about "False"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

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

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

I've been told false information and lies

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

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

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town