This is a song about "Being true"

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

I think i could save you

It's like we were not true

For going on being

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

It always lasts, forever true.

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

If only i could rap to you

It's not and you know that it's true

Eyes and pupils dot the i's so crucial true to being frugal loose as loopholes

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you