This is a song about "Lying ass"

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You do shine all this people been lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Fuck it im just done with trying, im so tired of all your lying!

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Street due to lying real estate agents.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring