This is a song about "Why u lyin"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Why lie if u aint got shit to hide

And i like my marijuana bright

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Why cry, when i could take his advise,"always look a man in his eyes before u kill him,"