[Intro]
Yeah
(Watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force)
Spitta
FS Jets, yeah

[Verse]
What mean the world to me other than my god
My family and my music, would probably be my cars
My kicks and my Louie scarves
I'm sick, when I rap I cough, call me Mr. Good Bars
I be with Cali Ovar and we rip that Cali O hard
But me I'm from the east
I parked a bunch of fancy cars on these misused streets
I ain't done a lot yet but my momma's so proud of me
I'ma break my back to see her sittin' on a pile of cheese
Walkin' around pettin' my pockets for my Impala keys
Found 'em in a sofa cushion with a pack of EZ Widers
And two bags of purple kush, I even found a Zippo lighter
I'm excited homie, I can't hide it, I can't wait to light it
Your girl in the cockpit, she tryna meet the pilot
My stock is steady rising, my top drop when I'm riding
My volume at the highest
That’s the only that I can way I can hear the music 'cause this motor ain't quiet
Don’t ask if its for sale homie 'cause you can't buy it
Damn n***a, let me get a chance to drive it
My goal when I rap is to make listeners rewind it
And play it for their partners and say "Spitta got some nice shit"
[Outro]
Yeah
FS Jets, where haven't we been yet
Fear and Loathing in New Orelans
Read a dictionary if you don't know what that means
Yeah