This is a song about "Spitting bars with sopheazy"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

I'm vicious with the spitting, are you even spitting new bars?

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Playing pong with my dimes, making paradigms but oftentimes i'm spitting rhymes

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Now i gotta exit after you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Destructive with the flow spitting hurricanes and earthquakes

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,