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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Hot and cool when i spit, the air just popped

You shook my world and it felt apart

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

When i spit on the beat,

Cause talk is cheap

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

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

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet