This is a song about "Faulse alarm"

// [you can sound the alarm]

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Oh false alarm,he's just a retarded bum...

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Tell him i want his charm, i ain't causing no harm, until i set off this alarm,

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Would spark ends, i ignored the hard alarm 'n' now man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Whitecell then next thing you hear is an alarm bell. theres no way out sorry