This is a song about "Finding the truth"

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

But ay yo i'm just telling the truth

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the truth been in hiding

I'm doing the same thing

King of louisina i been the truth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

It's about time i tell you the truth

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay