This is a song about "Why you lying"

In the lambo looking like a fly

Leave you delirious, wondering why?

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

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

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And getting money is the song i sing

I been tellin' you why

Dump that bitch in the sly

You think im lying now little bitch probably not

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

You think i'm lying to you

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,

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Lying to protect her but it'll consume you