This is a song about "False love"

False recovery, i can't be

Plottin' don’t even worry

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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