This is a song about "Spine"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Let's start this #tail off the top! down the #spine #accord

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,

Like wine, leaking down a vagabond's spine

Cause, i need that one good time

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Tied to the pine, with already a broken spine, your screwed

I wine and dine with sparkling mine, disconnect your spine,

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

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

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge