This is a song about "Liar"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Or are you just another liar to tell me all about this;

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

But some label me as a satirical liar/

But some label me as a satirical liar

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

In my veins, the man said he would call us a liar

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar