This is a song about "Professer sparks"

Sparks put in work and they scream my name out

And tell me why would we just think about

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Cause i start frees that sparks beef yet stops, cease

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

And, i be with that shottagang nigga name sparks

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Lighter, and i could fuck around and let you meet my sparks

Hope my city is not too far

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar