This is a song about "Not so false alarm"

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Not so shocked your now beheaded

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

The alarm his about to drop another one

And your false reputation

She all on my skin

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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

Cant you see this is the real world now not a false reality

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money