This is a song about "Pumpkin spice"

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

They like talking, its like gossip

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch