This is a song about "Spreading the gospel"

A little more if you spreading, pressure is pleasure

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

Than i looked like ya dime, cuz you went 'n spreading

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

"hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Like a plague spreading the fever your going to feel the heat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And i ain't frontin for her

I'm spreading disorder

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation