This is a song about "A spy"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

Any thing to say a a a a a a

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Yup you got a lot a

You're fucking with me, nigga

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/

Spit a poem or a diss

I sit and reminisce

You haven't flowered loco

It's a yes or a no

Talking about the god you serve

With a ba and a masters