This is a song about "Spice"

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

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

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

For all the flips imma add a little spice.