This is a song about "Spence is a liar"

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Not a liar, but mired in a satire i can't help admire

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

But now my man tired cus you a damn liar

Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

But some label me as a satirical liar

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar