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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

I'll never forget, never forget the night

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

I'm just sayin' the truth, when i spit i speak smooth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

The words comin' out of my mouth but i didn't spit 'em

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette