This is a song about "They call me truth the rapper"

So they can further their own interests, but i'm speaking the truth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

, they closed the door on me, they like you ain't no rapper you'll

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

They call me pathetic

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth