This is a song about "Whats true mates"

When you keep em right beside you

I wanna feel whats true

Whats true? staring at the blue, its nothin new.

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Hand to hand in the cold

Ya whats my future hold/

Don’t mean to disrespect you

I think you'll see that's true

And tell all you mates that im killin you

I really love my miami crew

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

And word i blew off herb i grew

Assuring lines were true

Now i'm a world class act oh it's true,it's true

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you