This is a song about "Truth and lies"

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

There's no truth in your life but your lies were stout

Sit back and ingest the truth//

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

And the truth been in hiding

And i'm still climbing

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Killing these niggas off quick

I've been told false information and lies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

A population fed lies and tricked into debts