This is a song about "Miranda is a spy"

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Malcolm sex is still a

She acting all extra

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

This is a catastrophe

Hey, must be the money

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Human expression is a human right

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.