This is a song about "A spy"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Like a baby without a diaper

You're a disaster a sham,

But let me inspire someone who can

Thug for life nigga

Yup you got a lot a

Your a horse without a saddle

This bag is from seattle

A store that dosen't get a

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon