This is a song about "Lying men"

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

She say she tired of lying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Roll wit ace, khaled and them