This is a song about "His broken lies"

Others hide behind lies

I used to have a nine to five

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

I'm everything that they call nice

Most of them niggas dumb

Streaks are made to broken

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Are grieving and broken

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Thriving a life siphoning lies

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

If you fuck off with the lies