This is a song about "Spit in the but"

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

But the shit you spit is goddamn appalling,

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some