This is a song about "Spit barz"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Im liable to spit cold fire

You, you, you have to pay for that

Got a electrical eel type spit

Every rhyme you ever spit

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

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And tupac spit on their territory/

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Spit buttery, need listerine

Got a electrical eel type spit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket