This is a song about "Girls lying"

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

She's amazing im not lying

If you believe then you can achieve

Lying bout the casualties

She say she tired of lying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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