This is a song about "Lies and such"

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

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I've been told false information and lies

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A population fed lies and tricked into debts

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Cause theres been to many lies and im brighter then you

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

And it was instilled into my heart to desire and want such.

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips