This is a song about "Dont talk your a liar"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Yea i may be a lil crazy too,but dont talk about me jus worry about you......

But some label me as a satirical liar/

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

And the food could have been finer

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

But some label me as a satirical liar

Dont talk girl im o.k with it

The real muscle in the message of that

You could be better but you're a poor liar

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar