This is a song about "You lying to me"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And if u think im lying then nigga please just try me

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Watching for the cops that's moving through

You expect me to respect you?

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

Your lying in agony because my rhyming made you bruised,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

You do shine all this people been lying