This is a song about "Spit baras"

If i die before i wake

Spit venom, rattlesnake

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

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

And my momma keep smoking that shit

And with every new verse that i spit

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Release a long yawn when rappers spit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Smoke one, spit another,

We're made for each other

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Im liable to spit cold fire