This is a song about "Half of the lies"

The lies of this bullshit entertainment foreclosed

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Knowledge of the lies untold i encourage

I've seen the inside of half a dozen studios

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Part of me praised and the other half claimed atrocity.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You dont know the half of the fraction smooth no traction

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass