This is a song about "Truths and ideals"

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And get caught, in the moment

And remember what i said and

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

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