This is a song about "False rappers"

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

They want the truth/ but false is what they prove/

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Kirko paint her walls

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

I'm coming at you under a false pretense, 'cause i have to pretend

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent