This is a song about "Being true"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

For going on being

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Beautiful nightmares must come true

I wanna get with you

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Now i'm a world class act oh it's true,it's true

I think you'll see that's true

I think i could save you

Assuring lines were true

Streets is calling you

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

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