This is a song about "You can t spit"

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Run for cover and return fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

I spit so much that my saliva is overflown like a tsunami, i hope you can swim

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree