This is a song about "Spice o life"

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

I drop o after o of the loud,

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

They all need attention, they call me a g though

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Mother, o my mother

I thought i recognized her

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live