This is a song about "Liar"

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

You could be better but you're a poor liar

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

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

You admit ya have to amire when i spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" ha!

Yeah they seen my report card but they've yet to hear my rapping ah...

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

But some label me as a satirical liar

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service