This is a song about "Spy"

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

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

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air