This is a song about "True and false"

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

It hurts when you break your trust, sad and true

Don't fuck around and it hurt but that's reality it's true

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

And even though we did live check to check, it's true,

Everything you spit is false, and you're also an accuser,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

With a false sense of weakness and shame, insane,

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

What about the people that had beliefs and stood just true

Hoarse voice that shit is false

Kirko paint her walls