This is a song about "U cant spit"

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Cant handle cause knowing me u might get smack upside your head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Sike goin back in neva stop cant stop wont stop spin out spit out on yo bitch ass

Cant find that motivation to write or spit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

New day and age when i cant even spit.

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Rappers cuz i only spit threats and when i pop the 357 hope u got on a vest