This is a song about "Mom lies"

Hear them talkin but i hear is lies

I'm everything that they call nice

South an north hemispheres are lies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Sometimes the lies make me angry

Call the network dipset family ties

Never ever will you hear lies

Tats no dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Gotta be lies, look mom! don't cry! he's bluffing, see that cold look in his eyes!

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose