This is a song about "A spy"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

Magic city a lil bit of change

Like a bird without a cage

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

I try to tell them i'm one of the

A store that dosen't get a

Fuck "created equal", hate the people, need "spy detection",

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Spit a poem or a diss

Shopping i’ll be in paris