This is a song about "Lies and secrets"

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

If not you're whack and it's all fucking lies.

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A population fed lies and tricked into debts

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them