This is a song about "Ive got spots"

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Ive went hard got bullets glancin/ off my guard/ wile im advancin/ flow sick like its

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

Blind spots of opponents

And men'll chase love

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Ive got strenght they thought i'ld never regain

I wanted the money and never the fame