This is a song about "False start"

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Huh, a metaphor of course

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

I've been told false information and lies

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

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

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat