This is a song about "Miranda is a spy"

This is a catastrophe

And losin all his money

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

I'm a sly spy thigh high in flow that is so nice oh my

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Your feedback ain't flexing

Is it a curse or blessing

Bitch this is not a game

Then lost her faith again

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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