This is a song about "Life of lies"

Fuck the "story of your life"

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I learned from the father of lies that i'm nuts

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Knowledge of the lies untold i encourage

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I'm writing, otherwise i'd be somewhere higher than butterflies

See if i die today then tomorrow was just another one of gods lies/

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

Money, bullshit and black-sounding mumbo-jumbo of lies

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries