This is a song about "False"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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

I've been told false information and lies

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

No it ain't easy

False recovery, i can't be

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Got me rushed to the station

And your false reputation