This is a song about "Nsa spying spy"

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Can't be yourself with nsa spying shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Are only going nsa on your ass, hiding the truth

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goverment spying on me with drones