This is a song about "Spit"

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Every rhyme you ever spit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Meditation spliff hit, to increase my interesting spit

Everything that i spit,

See i let my nigga split that

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Got a electrical eel type spit

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit