This is a song about "Why i lie"

And i don't wanna lie

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

To good for it why i got to lie?

That's the window into the sky

I cried all night, "why! why! why!"

She gotta hold her head up high

Why do we give money to those who lie on a man?

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Live a lie don't ask me why. i wrote a letter to the ghetto,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I don't get a reply, guess religion is a lie

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I love you baby, wanna know why? cause you let me lie in your lap and cry