This is a song about "Being true"

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

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

My dreams started coming true

If only i could rap to you

When you keep em right beside you

You were the friend that kept me true,

And then along came the wrong man for her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

You know i’m better off without you

Its only game plus none of thats true

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

And people call me a user, but i want you

Bun b, i’m underground king

For going on being

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

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