This is a song about "Im true up"

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Im straight up writing, straight up fightin, im loud like thunder but quick like lightin, im in

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Im the only one that can see the true art inside you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff