This is a song about "False"

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

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

Hoarse voice that shit is false

And of course, my car's off course

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

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

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

I work hard for everything i get

And your false reputation

What up girl, tell me how you been