This is a song about "I could of lied to you"

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

You even lied to me that your name was frank

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Ha bitch swerve cuz i just lied

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

I could think of a couple positions for you

Wish i could stuff all you

I really love my miami crew

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So i figured i could trust you to stay in the yard

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

And you know, if i could, i get married to rap

But i still know how to rap like you wish you could

Call me a product of my own damn hood