This is a song about "Old lies"

Wussup with all these lies?

I used to have a nine to five

But for long time i had gone cold

These wack bitches getting old

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I used to never hear the lies

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

And don't think what you're old

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Sometimes the lies make me angry

Parallel on the other side

Importance lies in the inside…

No lames, no lies, no compromise

When i get my hands on nines

It all simply feels like lies

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