This is a song about "Gurls lying"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

You do shine all this people been lying

And this will be the song that we sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Fuck it im just done with trying, im so tired of all your lying!

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

You think i'm lying to you

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

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