This is a song about "Being true"

The boa know they loving the crew

You were the friend that kept me true,

It's like we were not true

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Flapjack, ooh he bring

For going on being

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

I'm coming home with you

You were the friend that kept me true,

No soup for you

Assuring lines were true

Why we gotta argue

Doesn't matter if the score is true