This is a song about "Spy"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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