This is a song about "Lies"

Sometimes the lies make me angry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

They getting nice, they got some ice

I used to never hear the lies

Wussup with all these lies?

What we gotta do to survive

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Importance lies in the inside…

I've been told false information and lies

Never miss these things, see my game precise

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

I'm everything that they call nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes