This is a song about "Spray control"

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

18 year sentence with no parole

He thinks that he can control

Just another system of control

Purify that woman soul

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.