This is a song about "Lying fols"

Ain't lying, im fuckin stating that fact though

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

But lying won't help in this circumstance

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I'm everything that they call nice

Lying bout the casualties

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Yet he just passed through school lying on every coaches’ dick,

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I was born to do the damn thing

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying