This is a song about "False claimers"

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

False recovery, i can't be

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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