This is a song about "False isrealites"

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

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I'm coming at you under a false pretense, 'cause i have to pretend

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

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

And your false reputation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

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

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

Hoarse voice that shit is false

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since