This is a song about "I spit barz"

Everything that i spit,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

The dead society of a poet

I see some crazy shit spit,

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

When i spit, i make a difference

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And with every new verse that i spit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit