This is a song about "False"

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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,

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Hoarse voice that shit is false

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Even life's a false dream, reality doesn't seem perfected