This is a song about "Spitters are quitters"

Skies are black, clouds are red

God bless the dead

Women front, they get its cold

Are so good while yours are mold

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Cause i break it out a lot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Fuck friends (as if they are)

She prayed on me passing that bar

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And you don't have the clearance to visit where spitters spit vicious