This is a song about "Being true to you"

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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Send you to the afterlife for being half as nice,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

You think you're even close to being my equivalent?/

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

To help you find the true you, and live the life that you were given,

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes

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

True answer is that you need to know

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though