This is a song about "Being true"

Disguised as nice but true evil

Never wrong at any level

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

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Let my angel sing

For going on being

My dreams started coming true

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

I'mma treat you like my whip

Fuck being counterfeit

Its only game plus none of thats true

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Assuring lines were true

And i've been thinking bout you