truth

Told that hoe don't ask me why I brought my pole in here

All these niggas staring, I might let it blow in here

Told my bitch don't question me, don't ask me about no fans

Put my hoe on a jet, told her call me when you land

Pray to god that Jayno safe, I don't know where he been

I'm so paranoid, it's mods on all my fucking gens

I got buttons with Kriss Vector mags, no I can't go

Put trust in my gens, they think that I sold my soul

And my hoe don't understand the lifestyle that I chose

I keep losing all my patnas, damn it hurt my soul

And this drank don't help at all I just keep on pouring fours