This is a song about "Being true"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I'm a killa it's true

It always lasts, forever true.

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

You were the friend that kept me true,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

When will my dreams come true

And word i blew off herb i grew

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike

Cause when i make this stew

You were the friend that kept me true,

For going on being

Let my angel sing