This is a song about "What you spittin"

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I can always go home and look down my street

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Whatever shit you talk while spittin isn't amusin me