This is a song about "Tell me truth"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

It's about time i tell you the truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Amma tell you da truth, dis ain't no lie.

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I withstand the truth that is under me

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

Everything im about to tell you is the truth

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Boys tell me they love me

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights