This is a song about "Finding out the truth"

The truth is out there but y'all are playing puppets in a show.

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Fighting over the mythical truth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

We don't know what to say to the damage we stay silent like a mouse

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Sit back and ingest the truth//

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Me and bro came out with the truth, dad didn't give him the boot?

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude