This is a song about "Spice"

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Bought a brand new car for my after party

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Destined to win, get respect where i live

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,