This is a song about "False hope"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

I've been told false information and lies

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And your false reputation

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Even life's a false dream, reality doesn't seem perfected

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

They want the truth/ but false is what they prove/

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes