This is a song about "Its time to spit"

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow

But its time to let the renaissance go,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Two white cups and i got that drank

But its my time to take a stand,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Again, its time to let go, its time to cut those heart threads

"the king losing? its time to squat"

You see him as a god

Its bout time ya get to know me,

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Your story ends its time to go home