This is a song about "Being true"

I call em up, they might fall through

It always lasts, forever true.

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I think you'll see that's true

And no nigga gon love you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Its only game plus none of thats true

I was twelve when the gunned you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

You were the friend that kept me true,

Would have came back for you

When will my dreams come true