This is a song about "What is false to you"

*devil* is rap what you want? is that what you haunt?

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I mean who the fuck is you to tell me what to do,

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Kirko paint her walls

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Cause that shit is what you need to heed.