This is a song about "Lying down"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

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

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

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Ain't lying, im fuckin stating that fact though

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke