This is a song about "False"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

I gave you false hope and for that i'm truly sorry

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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