This is a song about "False start"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

Everything you spit is false, and you're also an accuser,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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