This is a song about "The spiteful chant"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Endless the days, forever the nights,

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Here's the answer and the antidote:

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Been running around trying find a job

I'm a spiteful misanthrope with no hope