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

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

When your love lies in the coffin woken up

I never know what lies ahead of me

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Real eyes realise real lies, everyday i can hear your cries

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

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I tried but i gave up, to the lies that they made up/

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I feel death start to smother me, from the weight of all my lies,