This is a song about "False love"

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

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

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

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

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

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

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain