This is a song about "Old lies"

Wussup with all these lies?

What we gotta do to survive

Hear them talkin but i hear is lies

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Thriving a life siphoning lies

And when i start to rise

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Others hide behind lies

I used to have a nine to five