This is a song about "Spinner that hold five"

For all that deals,but i got nothing to hold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

It was my heart that couldn't hold the feelings back

The jager in my cup is licorice black

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

Bitch, i might make you my baby

But hold up, they cant do that to me

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Hold in the truth for so long that you eventually explode!

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Get that dick out ya mouth and let maddie hold it for ya,

Hold up, check that his food for any lice,

Never miss these things, see my game precise