This is a song about "Lez b honest"

Im tellin the honest truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I'm an mc still as honest

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I don't need no props b/

Oops, i'm so sorry

Niggas think they ghetto? well i'mma be honest,

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Rap is music with real substance b

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I dare you, come at me b