This is a song about "Why you lying"

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Know this, i want you to know why

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Hand in your ass you ask why?

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

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

Than catch your s.t.i.s you caught from lying with all those guys/

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

You think i'm lying well why don't you ask the people at the last dance,