This is a song about "Fuck you and your lies"

If you fuck off with the lies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

But i don't care about lies homie ,so stop it bro cause you don't know what the fuck

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Or something that you paid for

Fuck you and your nectar

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Never ever will you hear lies

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet