This is a song about "True lovers"

I think you'll see that's true

Oh who do you

You were the friend that kept me true,

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

When will my dreams come true

Raised by a momma who, who

Lady at the frank stand will

He be the last true apostle

Hey now got a thing for you

You were the friend that kept me true,

And i've been thinking bout you

It's like we were not true