This is a song about "U spit shit and call it a rap"

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I didnt have shit but a sick mind to spit that was it nothin else,

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Im white but id call u a nigga and love it/

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Thinkin bout life and a bitch striking it rich toss me a mic and i'll spit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

I'ma make it hurt take a turn and call it dissatisfied theft

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-