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

But i know when she looks in the mirror

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

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,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

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

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth