This is a song about "Being true"

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

That's right this rap is real true

I was twelve when the gunned you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Streets is calling you

My dreams started coming true

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Shawty can i taste you

Ima stay real and stay true

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

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

Fuck being counterfeit

You, you, you have to pay for that