This is a song about "Spy"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes