This is a song about "Half of the lies"

The lies of this bullshit entertainment foreclosed

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I feel death start to smother me, from the weight of all my lies,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

I must be imaginin' half of the facts i'm examinin',

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half