This is a song about "Jo sparks"

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Cause i start frees that sparks beef yet stops, cease

Like being garbage some type of disease

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

And, i be with that shottagang nigga name sparks

My direction good, well-rounded type

And show that bitch what real sparks look like