This is a song about "You lying to me"

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,

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

You think im lying now little bitch probably not

You expect me to respect you?

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Denial i'm a victim cause i'm lying to these bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm lying or a kidding, i'm already high and i'm trying to get it

All we speak is truth/ swear these niggas lying on me

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Street due to lying real estate agents.

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students