This is a song about "False love"

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

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

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease