This is a song about "Spine"

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

Like wine, leaking down a vagabond's spine

Lady g, willy b in time

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

"know you'll always be left behind until you grow a spine."

Bills to pay, hungers growing, chills run down my spine like snowing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Right in her spine so it's no more moving

The way i drop your spine like i got maestro's touch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much