This is a song about "Ak47 spittin"

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

I train in spittin flames,

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Spittin mercury to purposely murder thee verbally

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you