This is a song about "Spare"

Into literates with their spare parts,

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Never to spare me kindness.

My nigga, its all love

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

Not good enough for heaven, spare me "amen",

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

That couldnt spare a buck good luck succeeding cause im still leading. i own

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Either take the 22 or you can spare your bitch,