This is a song about "Spitters are quitters"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

And bijies like im out and

Sponges are absorbent

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Who do you think you are

I'm in my other car

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

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

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame