This is a song about "Spitting that rap"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

I don't make rap i'm just spitting the real facts

I see the cobras that's spitting, in the grass that hidden

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Spitting out the shit that make me sick

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Spitting lyrics that will eventually bark

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

Spitting like im the true rap god, hop in my astro pod, launch, im fucking extraordinary,

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic