This is a song about "Spot you from mile away"

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I murder you right on the spot

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Do you always run away from all of your problems dear?

You thought,you would get away,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Okay, fuck you kid, let me step away from the jokes and shit,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

I'm after you bringing traffic through

I cant stand to be away from you

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

We're up to no good, see you exit the block and hit you up on the spot

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop