This is a song about "Being true to the soul"

The right time to applaud, his interior was never true

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

And ronesha some of the things i said to you wasn't true

Better hide ya ho, ’cause she bound to get snatched

I sold my soul to the devil with my brain attached

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Always stay true stick to the g code