This is a song about "Being true"

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

I wanna feel whats true

I was twelve when the gunned you

My dreams started coming true

I can do better without you

Fuck being counterfeit

Man fuck this shit

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

When will my dreams come true

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

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Not to shit on you

Ima stay real and stay true