This is a song about "Spitting rhymes with your brother"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Now it’s your turn, spitting till your thirty?

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

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

Paper planes, long flights

Or end your life with rhymes.

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

Chewing and spitting rhymes like grizzly, spit cup in my hand stiffly,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock