This is a song about "A love of lies"

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Money, bullshit and black-sounding mumbo-jumbo of lies

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Behind these eyes lies a mind not confined

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Fans show a lot of love for yosef

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

... a white lie to a eighth try; try of success till my lies become my only success

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

After every show, a dream she hold

The lies of this bullshit entertainment foreclosed