This is a song about "Spot"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Glancing at the cars that you won't even spot

I'm so fresh bruce had to let me have a guest spot

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Guest spot on american bandstand

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

All trying to make it in the number one spot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

So im take take my money buy spot

I fucking hate this job

I murder you right on the spot

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Lil young boi, up in the spot