This is a song about "Being true"

Assuring lines were true

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

You were the friend that kept me true,

Look, ambition will define you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

For going on being

Why not me the same thing

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You were the friend that kept me true,

And word i blew off herb i grew

I wanna feel whats true

No soup for you