This is a song about "Im true up"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

With my fist up im towering

Your last man was semi pro

Im turnt up like a radio

Everything ain't what it seems

Hold up, im hearin screams

My all gold rolly or the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress