This is a song about "Spit for"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ill take the victory, and get your hoes pussy to spit for me

While everybody got ammunition on deck

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Breathe in deep for all those long hits, while i spit these bombs like rockets

I spit rhymes so complex i could be responsible for a genius stump

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

On this site on known for my lyrical excellence spit so intelligent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

And the reason for that is the fact i spit fucking behemoths

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I think i got a thesaurus for a mind i spit them torturous lines

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