This is a song about "Girls lying"

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

That'll do anything that i please

Lying bout the casualties

I’ve never seen my neighbors

We should appreciate the girls

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying