This is a song about "False prophecy"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

Black fours red drop head doors

Hoarse voice that shit is false

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I've been told false information and lies

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,