This is a song about "True to myself"

Girl to bust out i thought you knew that's true

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

They asking me to be myself

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Im trying to make myself known

I keep telling myself that but its never true

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Take me away on a journey to find myself

We can never be friends

They asking me to be myself

Its like draggin myself to shore

The shit that i spit is more

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf