This is a song about "Being true"

You were the friend that kept me true,

She gonna dance when that molly through

It's like we were not true

I bet that mirror gon show you

Assuring lines were true

Niggas that guided me through

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

And real bitches don't respect you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

For going on being

Bun b, i’m underground king

What preceded was the clue

It always lasts, forever true.

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

Raised by a momma who, who