This is a song about "Spite"

Leaving them to die in spite

Over me the same peeps that have died

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Not a moment to bicker, sinner born tonight, a winner's liver torn in spite

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

You can go ahead and spite

I just wanted to be high enough so people can't look down on me anymore with spite

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Couldn't give a dead rat's ass, you treat it with spite, or besiege

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Cerebral peeve, cause yall to leave out of spite

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Do guys do things just for spite,while im steady flying higher than kites