This is a song about "Tasty spot"

Glancing at the cars that you won't even spot

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

But who am i to ask, it ain't my spot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

But whatever, you hit on the spot

So i took another shot

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

Lil young boi, up in the spot

Put my trust in my god

Woops sorry, tasty food makes me go off topic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick