This is a song about "Spare"

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I got the key, youll be screamin spare me!

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

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