This is a song about "False"

Everything you spit is false, and you're also an accuser,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

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

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Hoarse voice that shit is false

I put these poems all in these songs

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

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