This is a song about "False prophecy"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

And your false reputation

Trip, and then you never snitch

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch