This is a song about "On truth"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

But cant uncover the truth

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Fighting over the mythical truth

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Now that i know the truth,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth

Its cold as shit in this booth

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Guess you can call me a hearty farty trooper, the truth is on the way

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

It's about time i tell you the truth