This is a song about "Calling me a liar"

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Well quit calling me a white rapper then.

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

They keep calling me a dog,and i keep getting sock

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But he turned into a liar

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Checked her pulse then took off fuck calling the cops call me a dick,

I can't tell who's telling the truth in being a liar.

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar/

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Beef with me say you're a stronger emcee? you're a damn liar