This is a song about "Lie sleep kiss run kill"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Who hasn't even got a kiss

How we're livin a lie

That's the window into the sky

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

In the lambo looking like a fly

Pocket racked up all big faces

I be wanting your kiss

They're don't lie, steal, fight, kill or cheat on your wife

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win