This is a song about "Being true"

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

And talk some more shit

Fuck being counterfeit

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

I’m being sarcastic,

Wolf gang, triple six crew

It always lasts, forever true.

I'm a still love you

When will my dreams come true