This is a song about "Being true"

You good man, we don't want you

It's like we were not true

When will my dreams come true

South beach fountain blue

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

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

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You were the friend that kept me true,

For going on being

I'm doing the same thing

We believed in you

I wanna feel whats true