This is a song about "Britney spears"

But still smirking sharpen his rhymes like spears

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

She likes the way it hits her lips

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

Need to get your clip pierced, look at you, hip, your britney spears

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

I can feel it like deep spears

Not king james, these were coke kings

So i hate when niggas make fun cuz i don't do britney or whitney.

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Blades sharper than brittney spears! im crazier!