This is a song about "False exp"

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Everything you spit is false, and you're also an accuser,

I gave you false hope and for that i'm truly sorry

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started