This is a song about "Spit in the but"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

And spit it back in the faces of you racists

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Lets see the vengeance you spit in that sentence