This is a song about "Spy"

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass