This is a song about "False claimers"

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Huh, a metaphor of course

Hoarse voice that shit is false

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

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

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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