This is a song about "Being true"

I think i could save you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

You were the friend that kept me true,

I call em up, they might fall through

Fuck being counterfeit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

Not to shit on you

I think you'll see that's true

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

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

It's like we were not true

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew