This is a song about "Bp oil spill"

I'm ciroc without puffy, that's comedy that not funny. i'm a kill and thrill, spill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Leave the ill, get the strong when i watch yah blood spill

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Sure i might be mentally ill, but my rhymes endlessly spill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Man, i fuck up these waters just like oil spills.

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Spill some blood, trickle a little lust

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I tend to let everything just spill from my mind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Gotta drop lock that man spill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill