This is a song about "Lying"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

But he don't rule a thing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Spit from the hip, your trying & lying your full of shit

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Yet he just passed through school lying on every coaches’ dick,