This is a song about "Spit grime"

Smoke one, spit another,

I don’t care where ya are

You're quiet while i spit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Scrapes grime off the gutters

So you finally got the nerve

As: i know just what you mean

Spit buttery, need listerine

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Because im remakeing these verses i spit,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit