This is a song about "Being true"

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

I'm a killa it's true

And real bitches don't respect you

Man, girl thank you

I wanna feel whats true

You were the friend that kept me true,

Niggas that guided me through

Bet i'm heavy with that

Fuck being counterfeit

My dreams started coming true

Is because of you

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Its only game plus none of thats true

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you