This is a song about "Being true"

It's like we were not true

Want to let you know i love you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

You were the friend that kept me true,

Streets is calling you

My dreams started coming true

I call em up, they might fall through

Beautiful nightmares must come true

All i want is you

I think you'll see that's true

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

I'm a killa it's true

You good man, we don't want you