This is a song about "Lying bitches"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

But lying won't help in this circumstance

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

You don’t like my shit, you must be lying,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Good love then i can do that for her

Lying ass mother fucker!

Then again you might be lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Denial i'm a victim cause i'm lying to these bitches

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes