This is a song about "Being true"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

You were the friend that kept me true,

Fuck being counterfeit

Get it back and shit

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I think i could save you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Ima stay real and stay true

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Streets is calling you

Assuring lines were true

My dreams started coming true

That means two, between me and you