This is a song about "Listeria"

I'm ill when i spit and killin' with grip, no bitch hug

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

So vain he has no shame in zany whack fans,

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Took us through that shit with the straight fire, plus ll,

I'm talking fader, complex, double x-l