This is a song about "Hangout spot"

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

As they clot their arteries, remedies from their enemies rough spot/

Countless bitches like spree shop, connect like free spot/

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

I could get you shot, on the spot

Okay man you do the drop

Since i put you on the spot

Red dots cause i’m red hot

So we fought till death, right on the spot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

So don't be surprised when i eat your liver, on the spot

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

I spot the acoustic on the wind side