This is a song about "Spare"

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

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,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,

On to college, im always on the yard like farmers

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

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