This is a song about "Uzi spit"

Come right back, get a mask and uzi

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Cant find that motivation to write or spit

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

Y'all similes is literal shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

I put some cash in ya pocket

I see some crazy shit spit,

I know the world been waiting for that

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,