This is a song about "Spitting out them sick beats"

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Yet i take out on rap and abuse beats

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit