This is a song about "A spy"

I'm a grade a o g

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Like a bird without a cage

You're a disaster a sham,

Well goddamn, now i be the man

A store that dosen't get a

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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