This is a song about "Spit or swallow"

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

I can spit intellectual or go straight up psycho

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

To hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow

Spit a poem or a diss

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

I spit catastrophes rapidly with or without profanity i'll leave you with no sanity

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

I ain't called anybody baby since birdman, unless you're a swallow

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

She goes to spit i tell her, fuckin swallow tough ten//

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them