This is a song about "Nsa spying spy"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Can't be yourself with nsa spying shit

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

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

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Can't be yourself with nsa spying shit

Fuck "created equal", hate the people, need "spy detection",

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception