This is a song about "Spit ryhmes"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Lets spit some real shit, ugh,

Every rhyme you ever spit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

You can't tell me shit

You're quiet while i spit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Then play you all my latest shit

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit

To see me spit like mathers

Penncounting pennys over tha years