This is a song about "Girls lying"

What preceded was the clue

You think i'm lying to you

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Ain't lying, im fuckin stating that fact though

We should appreciate the girls

If i sent my dad letters

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You do shine all this people been lying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing