This is a song about "Pumpkin spice"

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

For all the flips imma add a little spice.