This is a song about "Being true"

When you keep em right beside you

You were the friend that kept me true,

You were the friend that kept me true,

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Or who did, cause i did

Fuck being counterfeit

Man, girl thank you

Assuring lines were true

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I'm a still love you

I'm a killa it's true

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Its only game plus none of thats true