This is a song about "Spit ryhmes"

Got a electrical eel type spit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

Run for cover and return fire

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

To see me spit like mathers

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I don't really give a fuck

Lets spit some real shit, ugh,

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Spit alot, spit so much could be car fluid

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that