This is a song about "Stop lying"

But he don't rule a thing

Tired of people lying

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

She say she tired of lying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you

When i get to warwick avenue

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Fuck it im just done with trying, im so tired of all your lying!

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring