This is a song about "A spy"

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

With a ba and a masters

The science and the art, africa

Yup you got a lot a

I'mma do this fast or slow

It's a yes or a no

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

A bunch a singers and sinners

You know...you know who you are

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

That we picked up at the last concert

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath