This is a song about "Friends telling lies about you"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

You got friends how only cares about your money!

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

All i want is you baby

Telling you what i'm finnah be,

Telling you not to feel sorry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Why are you mad? i brag to my friends about you 24 seven,

Never ever will you hear lies

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,