This is a song about "Lying"

I got a big fear of flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Street due to lying real estate agents.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Fuck it im just done with trying, im so tired of all your lying!

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

You don’t like my shit, you must be lying,

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

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