This is a song about "False rappers"

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Where would i be without my dogs

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are