This is a song about "Spray painter"

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

His rap's a b mines an a so crap and see lines can spray

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

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

I'm not even on coke and i spray rhymes

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

The other one was about spray me with mace

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Spray by the book and you'd get guys crippling

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

Spray your face with mace till you start to see space

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