This is a song about "False"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Hoarse voice that shit is false

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

And your false reputation

Or babies they raisin