This is a song about "Finding out the truth"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Fighting over the mythical truth

I'm the truth, don't let your demons out n start livin loose.

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Empties out my soul cause, that's the only truth for me

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But the truth always comes out

Never lookin for a handout

Tell the truth i'm pissed off and you're gettin punched out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Lets be honest ill tell ya the truth