This is a song about "Lie to her"

Let's leave the rest to die, and if you testify, it's best to lie,

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

To imply your rhymes are fly is a pathological lie

Sometimes i start to wonder, was it just a lie?

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Stuck dealin to get a meal an a bomb to burst, now tucked in by a fuckin lie

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Last words to a rat homie:"why you lie?"

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

To good for it why i got to lie?

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

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

Convinced that you should lie dead, to sicken you's my mission

My eyes automatically, locked on to her, no word of lie uh!

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga