This is a song about "Being true"

It always lasts, forever true.

Want to let you know i love you

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Fuck being counterfeit

You were the friend that kept me true,

I really love my miami crew

Raised by a momma who, who

It's not and you know that it's true

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

My dreams started coming true

Straight bad bitches i run, through

And all the shit you went through

You were the friend that kept me true,

I wanna feel whats true

Don’t mean to disrespect you