This is a song about "A spy"

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

It's a yes or a no

I ain't tryna brag though

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Yup you got a lot a

Yeah, one time for the

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands