This is a song about "Spit in the but"

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

With tears of laughter, but watch ya mouth when you spit glass hits in my direction bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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