This is a song about "False prophetic"

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

For now everything just seem so right

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Kirko paint her walls

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I gave you false hope and for that i'm truly sorry

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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