This is a song about "David the gemini mama of 7 spittin bars"

The positives spittin that god flow for goddesses

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

That cellphone that i bought

Im spittin like the rock

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Mama hides me in the basement

On the list of filth spittin'

And i like my girls with ambition