This is a song about "Finding the truth"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

And the truth been in hiding

I rap about the truth and nothing but the truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Those who runnin won't tell you the truth,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

With women with issues

Sit back and ingest the truth//

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth