This is a song about "Spite"

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/

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

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

You can go ahead and spite

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Hack that with an ax tie you to a pole light light that in spite of that i'm vulgar