This is a song about "Portray"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Of the white house who portray the u.s. as marvelous,

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

But its real look at today , look at what you portray,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Portray us when they make us all the rednecks and criminals,

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Bullshitting that nigga did his shit for the clippers

But i could portray a gangster but i'll never do that

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Fill my lungs portray for the moment embracing until my stomach turns