This is a song about "On truth"

You messin wit da truth,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Lets be honest ill tell ya the truth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Yeah, look here i pay dues

I'm just spilling the truth

I keep hearing to keep the faith and hold on to the truth.

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I rap about the truth and nothing but the truth

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

All we speak is truth/ swear these niggas lying on me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy