This is a song about "Why you lying"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Don't want to be the king

She say she tired of lying

Hand in your ass you ask why?

I mean the game been dry

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Ghost-writers help you rhyme that's what lying discovers