This is a song about "Getting true bulling"

Now i'm a world class act oh it's true,it's true

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I'm just rapping my true voice

Its only game plus none of thats true

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

She gonna dance when that molly through

You were the friend that kept me true,

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Assuring lines were true

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'll tell you baby that we're through

It always lasts, forever true.