This is a song about "Being true"

Its only game plus none of thats true

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I'm a killa it's true

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,

You were the friend that kept me true,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

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

Now i gotta exit after you

Fuck being counterfeit

Or let the mob handle that

But he don't rule a thing

For going on being

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?