This is a song about "Being true"

And word i blew off herb i grew

My dreams started coming true

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Fuck being counterfeit

Then play you all my latest shit

As i end this letter

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

You good man, we don't want you

You were the friend that kept me true,

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

No one like you

I wanna feel whats true