This is a song about "Old lies"

That's how we make it right

Importance lies in the inside…

She don't really care about anyone advice

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

All this paper i fold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Is a space that now you hold

These wack bitches getting old

Never ever will you hear lies

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Anyone who tout me will live without lies

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Others hide behind lies

And when i start to rise