This is a song about "Truth and lies"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

I see through obama's lies, the truth is in my momma's eyes,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

They know the truth but feed lies to the public

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Money, bullshit and black-sounding mumbo-jumbo of lies

If not you're whack and it's all fucking lies.

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

And they have a tendency to always stretch the truth,