This is a song about "Truths"

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

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

To expose all the secrets and truths, and finish my life and times,

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

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

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Silly truths that some dont know..

I hit the studio

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes