This is a song about "What you spittin"

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

I'm not spittin, just shittin on everything you write,

After spittin' shit ridiculously sweet enough to give you cavities

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Spittin this gritty got you shocked like obama on the debrief/

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness