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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

It's getting fucking crowded so they're jumpin out of my mouth

When rappers spit about the hoes their mouth is blown to smithereens

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Cuz when i spit it, dawg shiit, i felt like a gimmick

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Im the shit when it comes to the lyrics i spit,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Now when i spit it sound slurred as shit, shit,

That's why i keep those dry emcees here, just in case it rains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes