This is a song about "Nigga cant spit"

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Look it something they can't ever see

You a little nigga that cant even compete

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

But hes dead so you cant

I’m coming back like light-skin and

You cant reach me, you cant teach me,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Got a electrical eel type spit

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit