This is a song about "Spray control"

I make her cum a lot

And control this shit yourself dog.

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

I swear i'm coming back one day

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

18 year sentence with no parole

Just another system of control

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

Guns spray your way so you can say your gonna be drowned.

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round