This is a song about "Spots on"

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Nobody to lean on

That's word to my mom

Before my time pasted on

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Why do i continue on

My sim card's the bomb