This is a song about "I spit raps"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I win every single fight ma raps are fit , people like every single word i spit

So that's why i sit and spit the raps that i wrote

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Amma change my style a bit and try to spit deep raps.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

Everything that i spit,

You don't mean that, you faggot