This is a song about "Being true"

Eyes and pupils dot the i's so crucial true to being frugal loose as loopholes

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

Disguised as nice but true evil

Never wrong at any level

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Fuck being counterfeit

You were the friend that kept me true,

He ain't give a fuck about you

My dreams started coming true

And all the shit you went through

Get it back and shit

I’m being sarcastic,

Doesn't matter if the score is true

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo