This is a song about "Herbs and spice"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

And stop playing hide and seek,

For the low that nine cheap

She don't really care about anyone advice

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And thank doom for his herbs/

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

And like to boast and brag

It was all bad