This is a song about "Im true up"

I can only imagine

Im on my come up and when im done

Because they grew up with you and there friendships true,

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

Spitting like im the true rap god, hop in my astro pod, launch, im fucking extraordinary,

Must pick it up, but im afraid someone will creep up...

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And i put that on my name

Im a true black man rap is my game,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,