This is a song about "Being true"

It always lasts, forever true.

Raised by a momma who, who

Lady at the frank stand will

Disguised as nice but true evil

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Or the chick leaving

For going on being

I'm a killa it's true

I'm a still love you

My dreams started coming true

Want to let you know i love you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

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

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

You were the friend that kept me true,