This is a song about "False reasoning"

I’m a hustla, baby

False recovery, i can't be

Kirko paint her walls

Hoarse voice that shit is false

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

My reasoning involves that i wanna stop you from breathing

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Disbelieving that this is my reasoning spraying people with lead like its seasoning,

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit