This is a song about "Being truthful"

Fuck being counterfeit

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Or was i just a desolate being

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Told me to be truthful not always with hate or no shame

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

When i get to warwick avenue

I bet it hard being you

And you've always remained calm and you've kept things truthful,

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

And ain't brew a tool used to be truthful

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will