This is a song about "Spit in the but"

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

Put me in a booth guarantee ill spit the truth,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

But the shit you spit is goddamn appalling,

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

To take all those wrongs and make them right