This is a song about "Finding the truth"

And the truth been in hiding

Flapjack, ooh he bring

When they hear me rocking the groove

Those who runnin won't tell you the truth,

All you niggas die

The truth i will only buy,

Now that i know the truth,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

I'm just spilling the truth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Sit back and ingest the truth//

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

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

Fuck it, im leaving

The truth to everything.