This is a song about "False prophetic"

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

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

False recovery, i can't be

Could i make you my baby

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

But all im trying to do is be prophetic

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,