This is a song about "Spare"

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Never to spare me kindness.

I got these tats all on my arms

Into literates with their spare parts,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Either take the 22 or you can spare your bitch,

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch