This is a song about "Spice bag"

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Twista finna get up on the track

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

If oj can do it, why can't you? you got this in the bag/

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back