This is a song about "Truth of inspriration"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'm seeing the birth of the truth it just pops

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

The hitler of my youth, when i get on the mic and gas the truth

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

But to tell you the truth both of those are hard to do,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

But cant uncover the truth