This is a song about "The truth about nwa"

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Fighting over the mythical truth

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I only be telling the truth

But cant uncover the truth

Zero options to choose

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I rap about the truth and nothing but the truth

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

King of louisina i been the truth

Sit back and ingest the truth//

High as shit, i’m in a booth

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Lemme tell you the truth