This is a song about "Pain and lies and cheats"

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Since knee high, i see lies, and here i'm deranged

From this pain and depression.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Never surrender your lives to pressure and lies since its transient

I've been told false information and lies

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