This is a song about "Spice girls"

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Without your love it's cold as fuck

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

We pray while we prey on competition

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

But got love for them girls

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers