This is a song about "Im spit this"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Im liable to spit cold fire

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

You're on my hit-list so after i spit this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Im about to spit oh shit girl here it goes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Im fly when i spit lyrics hyper linguistic