This is a song about "Spence is a liar"

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

You liar, you words are about as strong as a flier/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Or are you just another liar to tell me all about this;

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

Beef with me say you're a stronger emcee? you're a damn liar

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Or a heroin to the tired n fucking sin to a liar

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.