This is a song about "One truth"

Its cold as shit in this booth

You messin wit da truth,

With women with issues

Now that i know the truth,

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Sometimes the truth dont rhyme

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Zero options to choose

Im tellin the honest truth

Live off my lie and my lullaby

The truth i will only buy,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I'm just spilling the truth