This is a song about "Lying boy"

You know that love is a very serious thing

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

She say she tired of lying

But he don't rule a thing

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

But lying won't help in this circumstance

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I was born to do the damn thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying