This is a song about "True niggahs"

Assuring lines were true

I can't ever change without you

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I'm a killa it's true

Wanna spend it all on you

It always lasts, forever true.

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low

When will my dreams come true

I think i could save you

I call em up, they might fall through

I wanna feel whats true

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

What preceded was the clue

You were the friend that kept me true,