This is a song about "True nigga"

My home girl told me i got an issue

You were the friend that kept me true,

I call em up, they might fall through

You were the friend that kept me true,

Now i'm a world class act oh it's true,it's true

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Nigga stop now cus we know its not true

Assuring lines were true

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And even buy you a bottle

He be the last true apostle