This is a song about "Being true"

I wanna get with you

I wanna feel whats true

Thank god i found you

I'm a killa it's true

You were the friend that kept me true,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

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

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

I’m being sarcastic,

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Questioning the whole meaning

For going on being