This is a song about "Spot"

But who am i to ask, it ain't my spot

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

So we fought till death, right on the spot

O. trice always rep his block

But whatever, you hit on the spot

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

So don't be surprised when i eat your liver, on the spot

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

I murder you right on the spot

As they clot their arteries, remedies from their enemies rough spot/

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot