This is a song about "Me being lied on about cheating"

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

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

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I said i wasn't cheating but you didn't believe me,

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

For going on being

A break from what you hearing

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Quit being so fucking shy come on tell me why! you just wanted us to die,

This mahfucka says hes growin a beard but all i can see is glued on pubes that aint even his,

I'm a phoney but no ruby i never lied about my appearance, i've lied to all this