This is a song about "Not so faluse alarm"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

Before he killed my whole arm, i hit the alarm

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

But i have some compassion so i will not

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I start to think it's all planned

So not my hearts been patched

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

The alarm his about to drop another one