This is a song about "False reserve"

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Huh, a metaphor of course

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

We will reserve and act like waitresses, we'll take orders,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Only god can judge me in this false world to whom i serve

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

I've been told false information and lies

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

And your false reputation

You're uncool like my mother kin