This is a song about "False reasoning"

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Give me a reasoning to believe that baby you and me,

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

False recovery, i can't be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When they hear me rocking the groove

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