This is a song about "Stop lying"

But lying won't help in this circumstance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Then again you might be lying

My home girl told me i got an issue

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you

And getting money is the song i sing

You don’t like my shit, you must be lying,

She say she tired of lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

And this will be the song that we sing

She's amazing im not lying

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers