This is a song about "Being true"

Hey now got a thing for you

It's like we were not true

Assuring lines were true

South beach fountain blue

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Everybody be rude, cause the blind see true,

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

And real bitches don't respect you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

You were the friend that kept me true,