This is a song about "Lyin ass hoes"

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I think that she knows

Like a line full of hoes

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

I ain't lyin' in wait, get to merkin' 'em down

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Why me, i say it cause we number one

The cat's not lyin', got hot raps. hawaiian.

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine