This is a song about "When i spit in the but"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

But i know when she looks in the mirror

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

But when i get in the rhythm eventually end up spitting

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Im the shit when it comes to the lyrics i spit,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Even when i'm grey and your dead laying in a grave cuz i spit like a legend sprays"...