This is a song about "False"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Go where you ain't been

And your false reputation

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

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

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

With one false move ill get you fools sitting tight