This is a song about "Blood spilling"

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

I ain't tryna diss you

Seeping out and spilling through

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I could never fuck with spilling their blood into buckets,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

That’s why i consider this golden, what i’m spilling right now,

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree