This is a song about "Being true"

It's not and you know that it's true

The boa know they loving the crew

It's like we were not true

Shawty can i taste you

Let my angel sing

For going on being

You were the friend that kept me true,

It may be not the same for you

I just wanted to be at peace with you

My dreams started coming true

Doesn't matter if the score is true

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Now you got me hopped up on that

Fuck being counterfeit

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet