This is a song about "Spice girls"

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Girls out her talkin bout

Better yet they work my every nerve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Cassidy your different from other girls

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

She going to borrow some money

Wishing girls would fucking like me