This is a song about "Spit ffire"

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Every rhyme you ever spit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

You don't mean that, you faggot

Smoke one, spit another,

When we not in summer

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Got a electrical eel type spit

Im liable to spit cold fire

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You talkin nonsense we let that baretta spit

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that