This is a song about "Liar pain"

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Inflicting god stopping pain/

But some label me as a satirical liar/

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Not a liar, but mired in a satire i can't help admire

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

I said i'm hurting her

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

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

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

I can't tell who's telling the truth in being a liar.

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her