This is a song about "Spit em rhymes"

Spit rhymes into your anatomy,

Malia family, we the family

(starts at :16) okay drop bars fuck that i spit rhymes thatll destroy your fuckin rhymes,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Ain't no gimmicks, i don't mimic, just images bitch, spit 'em,

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I spit vicious rhymes, you make fictitious lines

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Bring the battering ram where you live

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Started writin lyrics, now i spit em,