This is a song about "True"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

My dreams started coming true

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

A criminal grind mean hustle

He be the last true apostle

Wanna spend it all on you

You were the friend that kept me true,

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

I wanna feel whats true

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

It's not and you know that it's true

I wanna get with you