This is a song about "Lying to them"

Westside, bitch i run mine

Let them sail to finish line,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

To all them haters that hate

See let me demonstrate

Fuck what i wear when i'm lying with them creeps!

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

She say she tired of lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

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

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

To meet run-d.m.c. and induct them

Denial i'm a victim cause i'm lying to these bitches

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes