This is a song about "False exp"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

Think i'm so old that i'dont have a palse well that's false let's break it down

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,