This is a song about "Being true"

I think you'll see that's true

And i've been thinking bout you

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Assuring lines were true

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

When will my dreams come true

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

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

I think i could save you

It's like we were not true

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

You were the friend that kept me true,

The boa know they loving the crew

And you all will respect that

Fuck being counterfeit