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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

So when i spit you hear it out the booth

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

A working genius, a work of art

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

With tears of laughter, but watch ya mouth when you spit glass hits in my direction bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage