This is a song about "Being true"

I was born to do the damn thing

For going on being

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Ima stay real and stay true

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

My dreams started coming true

When you keep em right beside you

I’m being sarcastic,

How bout we blow this bit

You reflect me, i love that about you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Oh your friends are sick

Fuck being counterfeit

As i light one for ill will

Disguised as nice but true evil