This is a song about "Niggas lying"

Ain't lying, im fuckin stating that fact though

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

I just call it …remember all the dough

Lying bout the casualties

If you believe then you can achieve

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

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Don't want to be the king

She's amazing im not lying

She say she tired of lying

I got a big fear of flying

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.