This is a song about "Bitch ill spit in your face"

Then spit it in your face when we brawl

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Insult me? i'm blasting with an air force onslaught in your face

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Stand in my face, ima spit, shit, piss and jizz how that taste

Put your face in a book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Your sneazy and shit, bitch, i bet you even copy and pasted your spit,

If i see your face ill get throat slit

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Then spit it in your face when we brawl

I wish you luck and if you need me, call