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

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

Knowledge of the lies untold i encourage

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

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

Waking up and wishes they die.all because of societies lies and rumors.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Of flavors made to make you look lamer than a 7-up

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

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

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones