This is a song about "False exp"

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

I plead with em, the system ain't right

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,