This is a song about "Spice girls"

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

We should fuck each others mothers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These girls be so crazy,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Cassidy your different from other girls

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

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

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

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top