This is a song about "False love"

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

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

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

I've been told false information and lies

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots