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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But when i get in the rhythm eventually end up spitting

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

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

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

When i spit on the beat,

If he does my soul to keep