This is a song about "Lyin"

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

But lately i've been lyin' to her.she the only one that love me.she raised me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

And be lyin if i say i never tried yay