This is a song about "False charities"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I've been told false information and lies

And please never disrespect my set

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars