This is a song about "Uzi spit"

You're quiet while i spit

Foolish, i be on that new shit

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

So hold this 5th of liqueur and spit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Spit rhymes into your anatomy,

Third ward general, young cash money

Meditation spliff hit, to increase my interesting spit

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Because im remakeing these verses i spit,

I put that nigga in his casket

And with every new verse that i spit

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand