This is a song about "A cheater"

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your a horse without a saddle

This bag is from seattle

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Its gonna be a a test

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Strumming my pain with his fingers

A bunch a singers and sinners

Stop this shit, not because you are a cheater everybody should be

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

And her smile lit up the room

A boy taken for a goon