This is a song about "Lying thots"

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

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

She's amazing im not lying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

But lying won't help in this circumstance

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Then again you might be lying

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Fuck would i be lying bout the place i came from?

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system