This is a song about "Spit or swallow"

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Or those who spit the truest rhymes, bro, that's what you decide

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Maybe i'll sit back and kick facts, hit jack and swallow,

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

She swallow me like ibuprofen

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/

Or you can do better on some hate shit