This is a song about "The spine"

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I beat up ya wifey, find me drumming on her spine.

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

Shredding lines like it's a crime, on my stack goes your spine,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

So i'll sever your inverted spine

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,