This is a song about "Truths"

I'm only speaking truths, when i'm, up in the booth

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

Silly truths that some dont know..

Whip purple and yellow, hello

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

What the fuck are we suppose to do, people still believe in the so called truths on the news

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

He made me see the truths about peoples lies and their sins

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths