This is a song about "I ll make a spy kid out of you"

I remember as a kid i wrote you a little letter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Im bout to bust just out a lust but i refuse to have a kid as fucked up,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

Real light jab to opponents

You ll catch some mean lumps