This is a song about "False claimers"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Hoarse voice that shit is false

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

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

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

When they hear me rocking the groove