This is a song about "Spy"

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

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

"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