This is a song about "I know your made up of lies"

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I came up from the bottom and i made it, you ain't even know it,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Thinking about how i came across this life full of lies

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions