This is a song about "Being true"

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

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

Doesn't matter if the score is true

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Disguised as nice but true evil

As i light one for ill will

If only i could rap to you

You were the friend that kept me true,

I’m being sarcastic,

My bitches pure thick

It's like we were not true

Life's tryin to lap you

For going on being

Let my angel sing