This is a song about "Spat"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Man it's time i spat the real truth to these ignorant bigots,

Too many rhymes are spat haphazard, that's why i back track,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Don't complain, cause i spat what was suitable

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Your lookin thirsty, your acting like you actually spat some rap towards me,

That crap i spat stabbed you right in the back.

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

If you fail to do that, you'll be fire spat at.

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Then spat back now everyone's rootin, lootin my rhymes