This is a song about "You girl talkin shit tryna spit game"

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

The dead society of a poet

Chill with that shit we you can't spit

Tons more in this game that can spit some sick shit,

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?