This is a song about "Not so false alarm"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

The alarm his about to drop another one

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Your eyes are open but your blinded by false notions,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

Tats no dey for my arm

// [you can sound the alarm]

False recovery, i can't be

Fuck fame, fuck money

I'mma sign that work and release that

Extravagant false flags all fabricated

Before he killed my whole arm, i hit the alarm

I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd psalm