This is a song about "Nasal spray"

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

On the tissue like other nasal germs

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

I've got blazing gats, i'll spray your cap, you know that,

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

The way these guys can't see me? man it's like i'm spitting pepper spray

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.