This is a song about "Spice girls"

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

They vaguely decipher my language

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

I get jelous when your with other girls

I've become immune to you no name haters

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Boy and girls watch me unfold

These girls be so crazy,

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years