This is a song about "Truth out there"

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I no a lot of ppl out there

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Ill be out there looking for ya

Never lookin for a handout

But the truth always comes out

The truth is out there but y'all are playing puppets in a show.

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

This is for all you motherfuckers out there,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Hello? is there anybody out there?