This is a song about "Being true"

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

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

It always lasts, forever true.

And all the shit you went through

Shawty can i taste you

You were the friend that kept me true,

And i've been thinking bout you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

So get up off that slave ship

Fuck being counterfeit

I call em up, they might fall through

Assuring lines were true