This is a song about "False start"

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane