This is a song about "You can t spit"

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

First on the list: you can spit shit till your last breath,

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Every rhyme you ever spit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

You can spit , kick, pick em a trick, so lick my dick, shit gotta,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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