This is a song about "Spice o life"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

While o stands for omelet

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

O save me please just bravely

It's obvious i'm crazy

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see