This is a song about "Lying down"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Lying dead with my name carved in their arm with a swastika

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

You think i'm lying to you

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

She say she tired of lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing