This is a song about "You liar"

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Not a liar, but mired in a satire i can't help admire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

Or are you just another liar to tell me all about this;

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

But some label me as a satirical liar

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

You liar, you words are about as strong as a flier/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

But some label me as a satirical liar/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for