This is a song about "Herbs and spice"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Like a line full of hoes

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

And more than confident

And remember what i said and

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch