This is a song about "Spy"

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Now everybody put your hands up high

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie

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

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

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop