This is a song about "Old lies"

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

The truth shall be told

Then those bitches who grew old.

Wussup with all these lies?

You make a nigga sing songs nice

And come back baby boomerang

Sixteen years old with a old thang

I used to have a nine to five

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

I've been told false information and lies

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Because i see right through your disguise

Hear them talkin but i hear is lies