This is a song about "False prophecy"

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

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

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

So fuck the speculation

And your false reputation

Where would i be without my dogs

Hoarse voice that shit is false

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,