This is a song about "Spit grime"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Now you got me hopped up on that

Got a electrical eel type spit

I just wanna be higher than that

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

Need to grime i'm staying in line for the game not the fame

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I see some crazy shit spit,

Release a long yawn when rappers spit

Living out of a homeless shit

And there's little to be glad for

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for