This is a song about "True rappers"

I wanna feel whats true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

You were the friend that kept me true,

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

My rhymes are hieroglyphic, only true rappers can understand them,

Beautiful nightmares must come true

I'm tryna learn somethin new

I shoot seeds at rappers

Let's enjoy our younger years

Now i gotta exit after you

Doesn't matter if the score is true

Not 'fess up, but true rappers like him a lot less

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you