This is a song about "False exp"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

And your false reputation

Go where you ain't been

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Black fours red drop head doors

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

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer