"There was once a man named Spita he spent all his life on the street listnin to the beat packing the heat / Died at the age of 29 to a tech 49 for his rhyme offended a mothafucka wanna be rhymer" "He had hope many looked up him for he was a role model his flows spoke of going on and not stopping / Cops wanted his ass for a murder he didn't commit just cause they thought he was Thug when he was HUSTLA / Bust lot of lips he did but never shot a fellow human / So now Spita is 6 feet underground his word forgotten for eternity speakin his word to his lord / No one understood why he passed on to the Tech 49 and when the man got away it was worse"