This is a song about "Spare"

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

Spare no expenses i'm a smart spender like a sams card

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

Into literates with their spare parts,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds,

Never to spare me kindness.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And i can't even look the other way

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home