This is a song about "Liar"

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Earth, water, wind and fire, go on and lay down you fucking liar

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/

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

You could be better but you're a poor liar

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar