This is a song about "U telling lies get outta my face"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

And you better get ready for my story-telling.

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

That outta get you horny

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And you better get ready for my story-telling

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Fuck this fight get outta my site, gotta hell take a break, life aint a game of luck.

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Telling countless lies/ i wont front , so they lock me up/

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

& since you telling all them lies why don't look into my eyes