This is a song about "Online spitting bar s"

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I guzzle up at the bar

'bout to get my other car

I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Or not u're exclusde from the party online

Aight santana man...let's do this

Spitting verses like im spitting curses

Shit's scary like your name is r.l. stein, taking for granted your standings online

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine