This is a song about "These true nigga s"

When will my dreams come true

Raised by a momma who, who

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets//

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'm just so sick of this shit these motherfuckers put on a nigga,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk