This is a song about "Mouth getting hot so i spit when it rains"

I spit rough,mouth close pencil and hands on paper,

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I spit it hard not soft i ain't trippin at all when i flip it.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

So don't be suprised when i bake you under the hot platter.

When i blow up i’ll spit it real, these critics’ll know,

See, it's something about commitment though

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I'm so hot that i touch ice and it starts sizzling

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

So stupid, when i spit a rhyme i commit a crime,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time