This is a song about "Spit in the but"

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

Clearing the cobwebs in your brain what i spit is so insane

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

But im still the sickest an the cunt you wish you could spit with

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

With tears of laughter, but watch ya mouth when you spit glass hits in my direction bitch,