This is a song about "Fuck a lie"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Last words to a rat homie:"why you lie?"

Can't say i'm not cocky, that'd be a lie/

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

But for my homies, fuck 'em, projects, man, it's best to lie,

But i dont fuck around and thats not a lie, im infact bestkind lets go get high

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Deciding what's right what's wrong, what's the truth what's a lie,

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Fuck you wit that notin but an utter lie

Strapped up to a lie detector

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Whoever said time is money, told a goddamn lie