This is a song about "Clear the spot"

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Believe me i'mma be your god

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

I guess it seems i see the world so crystal clear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

He say, she say, oh my god

Skills for the second spot

So get them ends hot

Lil young boi, up in the spot

High five cause i'm in the spot light

It's alright, if it's right