This is a song about "Not spitting fire please no man you raps sucks ass"

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Your flow sucks with no rhythm, flows hit you, knock ya back,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Sitting spitting fire like i'm finna cremate//

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

While i'm sitting here spitting rhymes you think its not fair

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

If you wanna save y'all life please don't comin no closer

Please don't respond if i did not ask you

My home girl told me i got an issue

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter