This is a song about "Can i trust you"

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I recommend you trust no one.

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Trust me i’m the one for you

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

All i know is i'm starting to trust you completely,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust

But nah, he is quite different

Amen, thats what i trust

Cause this world we live in all you can trust is yourself

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I know you got my back in god we trust

Unify them, mob through, take over and