This is a song about "Spitters are quitters"

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

He say, she say, oh my god

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Who do you think you are

'bout to get my other car

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

When you know that you are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star