This is a song about "His lies"

Stop tellin yourself lies

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Others hide behind lies

Sky high, iced out paradise

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

All lies... he dies! rises at sunrise, arises ted with his head

South an north hemispheres are lies

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Sometimes the lies make me angry

But make sure if they do see

And believe the lies in disguise,

I'm everything that they call nice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

If you fuck off with the lies

They getting nice, they got some ice

With murderers, rapists and battered lies