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

When i spit on the beat,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Cause when i spit nun but bullet shit fly out

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

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

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

After every show, a dream she hold

Its the truth in the booth, i spit gold

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose