This is a song about "Spice"

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much