This is a song about "Spittin this verse"

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Bitches this is my mic, spittin every line tight

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

This type of godly shit i'm spittin', it's hidden,

Spittin on this canvas im landless when i do this

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Got hu women frostburg women

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I don't curse but i should burst when i disperse this verse,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

Ships that sail to distant places