This is a song about "Being true"

What preceded was the clue

You were the friend that kept me true,

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I call em up, they might fall through

I think you'll see that's true

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Assuring lines were true

Ima stay real and stay true

I think i could save you

I’m being sarcastic,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Beautiful nightmares must come true