This is a song about "Liar"

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

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

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

But some label me as a satirical liar

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Beef with me say you're a stronger emcee? you're a damn liar

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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.