This is a song about "When i start to spit"

I mean bussiness when i spit torturous rhymes with sickness to your witness,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But when the lead hits the pad i start to gain traction

She likes the way it hits her lips

When i spit, i make a difference

I'll hound you till your murked when i sickly spit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

But when i start to daydream,

And when i start to rise

What we gotta do to survive

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I'll cut your fucking throat and when i walk away i start to skip

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Im fly when i spit lyrics hyper linguistic