This is a song about "Truths"

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

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

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

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

Never had a drop, but what have i to lose, i still have the opportunity to choose,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

The government will always lie in there dna you'll find truths denied

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

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