This is a song about "True colours"

I'm a killa it's true

Knowing that i need you

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

As you look at their faces your convinced it is true.

It's like we were not true

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I wanna feel whats true

I really love my miami crew

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true

Swear i'm trying to get through

Assuring lines were true

And real bitches don't respect you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

You know i’m better off without you

You were the friend that kept me true,