This is a song about "Spice"

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

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

As i seenobody cares about my history