This is a song about "False reasoning"

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

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

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

Lets come up to my city

False recovery, i can't be

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And your false reputation

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