This is a song about "Bitches gone lie to me"

Live a lie don't ask me why. i wrote a letter to the ghetto,

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

If you speak about me, i'll know when you lie to me, i'll know when you snitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I dont even know my own head but im sure it dont lie to me,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

To good for it why i got to lie?

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Strapped up to a lie detector

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Making me yawn, waiting for them to be gone

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

Don't lie to my face and call me dope, other suckers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years