This is a song about "True to this"

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Only if you had enough sense to tell what was true

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Need to send murks after you that works true

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Ever since then i had no job

Always stay true stick to the g code

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

And ronesha some of the things i said to you wasn't true

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Real talk with no staging reveal my true felling this is not

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass