This is a song about "To my true love"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Forgetting not my true purpose, i proceed to killing and sending souls up

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Fuck what they suggest, i'm rapping to make my dream come true//

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

But i had to find my own style to bring a true essence

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My dreams started coming true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you