This is a song about "You lying to me"

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

Its the lying and the bottom that laying me in this ditch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Than catch your s.t.i.s you caught from lying with all those guys/

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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