This is a song about "A true live"

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Now god is a murderer this much is true.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

A true leader, my 1st floor got a balcony

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

I know they pay me too much of attention

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

When i was born i still a true evil

We don't believe you, you need more people

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

True emotions evoke during a man’s pursuit.

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

In this cold world, it's all about collection

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I'm a real man and you know it's true,