This is a song about "I spit freestyle"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

I can freestyle any time and i'm a quick writer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

When i spit on the beat,

From the back seat, back seat

She crazy, that stalker shit

Everything that i spit,

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Semi-automatic, i spit real

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.