This is a song about "Spit in the but"

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

The words comin' out of my mouth but i didn't spit 'em

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Lets see the vengeance you spit in that sentence

I spit toward ya gingerly but at the end youll have and injury,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree