This is a song about "Bed of lies"

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Thinking about how i came across this life full of lies

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

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

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

I feel death start to smother me, from the weight of all my lies,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Instead of being stuck inside of my bed or whatever

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

European model white bitch is eating donuts

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck