This is a song about "Being true"

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Now i'm a world class act oh it's true,it's true

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I was twelve when the gunned you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

I’m being sarcastic,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Niggas that guided me through

You were the friend that kept me true,

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through