This is a song about "Being true"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

Its only game plus none of thats true

You good man, we don't want you

When you keep em right beside you

My dreams started coming true

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Assuring lines were true

What preceded was the clue

It's like we were not true

Thank god i found you

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

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Bun b, i’m underground king

For going on being