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

But i know when she looks in the mirror

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

Cause when i spit nun but bullet shit fly out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

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,

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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