This is a song about "Niggas lying"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Inferior, but i'm nice

Lying bout the casualties

Street due to lying real estate agents.

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

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

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king