This is a song about "False"

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

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I've been told false information and lies

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

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

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I'm coming at you under a false pretense, 'cause i have to pretend