This is a song about "Spit baras"

This prada make me shallow

I spit raps like tobacco

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

I'm the head coach of the team

Spit buttery, need listerine

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

This mortal can kombat my raiden spit/

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Spit alot, spit so much could be car fluid

And if i'm down with this banging shit

The real muscle in the message of that

Every rhyme you ever spit