This is a song about "Spence is a liar"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

Earth, water, wind and fire, go on and lay down you fucking liar

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

Come here i’m about to take you higher

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

I can't tell who's telling the truth in being a liar.

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

But he turned into a liar

And then along came the wrong man for her