This is a song about "Lying men"

Lying bout the casualties

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

I had never fit in with the men.

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Bet i get like 8 of them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

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

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new