This is a song about "A spy"

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

The wrong drink, the right work

I'm a grade a o g

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

With a ba and a masters

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

A bunch a singers and sinners