This is a song about "Spy"

I'm a sly spy thigh high in flow that is so nice oh my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Fuck "created equal", hate the people, need "spy detection",

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have