This is a song about "Family lying"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I was born to do the damn thing

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I thought you were family

I pray for my family

But five years from now i bet she see

Looking at your money

Now i'm missin my family

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

I've got health and family,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three