This is a song about "Spit in the but"

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

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

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

And spit it back in the faces of you racists

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But the shit you spit is goddamn appalling,