This is a song about "Lying night"

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

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

Ain't lying, im fuckin stating that fact though

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

I was born to do the damn thing

She say she tired of lying

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

If you wondered what i do at night night night

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

I’ll be there every single night

Street due to lying real estate agents.

Together all the timethought it was true love

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

But lying won't help in this circumstance