This is a song about "Needing to tell the truth"

And they have a tendency to always stretch the truth,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

When i get to warwick avenue

I gotta speak the truth, got to tell it true

Read between the lines they tell lies dont like the truth aint no surprise,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Why would they lie to you to cover the truth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

It's about time i tell you the truth

Lets be honest ill tell ya the truth

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Bullet in your ass! my fur is bulletproof, you lose when i tell the truth, through

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true