This is a song about "Being true"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

To impress a chick

Fuck being counterfeit

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

You were the friend that kept me true,

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

When will my dreams come true

And word i blew off herb i grew