This is a song about "I like spicess"

But there's nothing else inside

Here's some friendly advice, i don't like!

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I find dimes like nine - five

I'm everything that they call nice

And i think i like her

And put it together

Whether i feel like i need a crown or like a clown

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant