This is a song about "True bug"

I'm a killa it's true

Still there for you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Ima stay real and stay true

Then landed on my throttle

He be the last true apostle

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Cause i'm like a bug nigga, i keep biting!

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I call em up, they might fall through

You were the friend that kept me true,