This is a song about "Spit in the but"

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

Them people see my good side

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

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,

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

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

I mean of course just the same old

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold